Artist: Smoke DZA f/ ASAP Rocky Album: Rolling Stoned Song: 4 Loko Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Uh, riiiight [Smoke DZA] I'm a loco, nigga straight loco So think twice 'fore you cross my path, cause frontin on DZA's a no go Uhh, I said a no go, told y'all niggaz is a Bozo to go against my word just take it from me cause I know so Uhh nigga no thought, bodied in the trap you get roped off Call me Polo Young, nigga, this a motherfuckin Lo Sport Kick that shit like none other, re-arrange a deal, need more mugga Trying get drunk as a fish tonight, holler at my homeboy Joe Scudda Straight shots I don't need no ice in it, got me talking reckless all night with it All these old niggaz on Gotti dick, real life he ain't even like niggaz Trying to be more like Bob Lemon, obsession with the flow let the beat ride From the West to the Eastside Light the sour & bump this joint up in your G ride [Chorus: ASAP Rocky] + (Smoke DZA) Uh, I'm sittin high, I'm tippin slow I'm gettin high, but I'm sippin slow Mouth full of golds, nigga I got hella hoes I'm that Harlem motherfucker with that mellow flow "Comin down, sittin clean, mixin that Promethazine" {*4X*} (Right) (Purple... we Loko) (Purple... we Loko) (On purple... we Loko) (Purple... we Loko) [DZA] Uhhh [Smoke DZA] I'm a corporal, been around the globe you're a local Niggas know your gaffe and we laugh at your ass that you pass cause you're more like toll booth Uhh, I thought I told you, you niggaz hard of hearin thought I told you Uhh, there's some new niggaz eatin in the hood shit them other niggaz old news We them new niggaz, clappin that strong whole crew stable Me and my niggaz run this shit, coolest niggaz sittin at the cool table Niggaz pop shit on the web, hide up in they crib cause they ain't able 'Til you GPS a nigga's crib, tell some niggaz where they live like they worked for cable, but they 'bout that life You niggaz ain't with it though, you know, who you foolin? You know you don't smoke for real, why you tryin to reach for the doob? What you doing? 'Til the next life, it's jet life, flyin high is luxury Ain't shit changed, still George Kush, still need eight lungs to come puff with me [Chorus]