Smoke (feat. Kevindacut & Y$N DRO)

Who the fuck want the smoke bruh
Shit none y'all niggas want the smoke do you
Y'all niggas, Y'all niggas some fuck niggas you heard
Always keep it tuck nigga aye
Don't try your luck nigga aight
God damn, shit who want the smoke
Who want the smoke, Aye who want the smoke
Who want the smoke, who want the smoke
Better watch out lights out when it blow
Got my ice out pipe down little hoe
Meet me right now outside little bro
Neo on my side you gonna die a homicide
Fucking with a G you committing suicide
It's on sight, better hide, I'm taking flight
Young rich nigga Imma get what I desire
Running up a bag, Nah I even tired
Say he getting money, Nah nigga he a liar
Bitch I'm on nigga like my name Micheal Myers
I been touching hella bands so much I can retire
Who want the smoke, who want the funk
I gunna pull up, sending shots your big cuz
Fuck you done thought, you done thought you getting pop
Nigga tryna plot on my guap, get him drop aye
Nigga getting drop
Bitch you know I keep a Glock
And I'm posted at the block
Bitch you know we serving knocks
Niggas wanna talk little nigga you get popped
If that nigga talking reckless on mama he get dropped aye
Lil Dro in the cut bitch
Popped a perc now I'm stuck bitch
In the side with my bloods
Pussy little nigga I ain't fucking with no cuz
Who want the smoke, Who want the smoke
Gotta fucking choppa and it came in with a scope
Gotta laser beam and it's aiming at your throat
Niggas talking reckless so we kicking down his door
Feeling hella slow popped a perc we gone float
Sipping hella syrup purple dripping on my clothes aye
Yeah it's dripping on my clothes bitch
Yeah I'm sniffing on the perc like it's snow bitch aye
I ain't never claim but I'am a thug
Show you that I'm hard I don't need a fucking gun
Boys geeking like he's off the drugs
Made him to a track star when he starts to run (Run)
Who you think you pressing (Pressing)
I ain't no fool to be messing (Messing)
I don't no Smith N' Wesson
I got the lord as my protection
Fool I'm really trying not to be violent
So back the fuck up, fore I put you into silence
I see the way you motherfucker look at me
I ain't a killer so don't fucking push me
Yeah pardon my French, but fuck all your friends
They talk to the feds and they fucking pretend
Cause they plot there revenge and hit you again
Cause In the end, they wanna see you dead
Can't be around fools acting hella sus
Stay mad at us, man I don't give a fuck
As a matter of fact after I hit this blunt
Blow it in your face who want the what
Who want the smoke, Who want the smoke
Gotta fucking choppa and it came in with a scope
Gotta laser beam and it's aiming at your throat
Niggas talking reckless so we kicking down his door
Feeling hella slow popped a perc we gone float
Sipping hella syrup purple dripping on my clothes aye
Yeah it's dripping on my clothes bitch
Yeah I'm sniffing on the perc like it's snow bitch aye