Smoke lyrics

[Hook]
I guess it's up with n*ggas
I got n*ggas that don't play about me, bet' not touch a n*gga
How many n*ggas lying in they raps? I know a bunch of n*ggas
Grab that "ahh!" or that "buh!" and get to bustin n*ggas
SOB the gang, I ain't f*ckin witcha
Pull out that -shh, bet I'll hush a n*gga
How the f*ck you round that gang? Ain't no muscle in it
Heard them n*ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it

[Verse 1]
First off, it's SOB, b*tch I don't f*ck with n*ggas
Known to keep that strap wherever I go, b*tch I don't thump with n*ggas
All you lil n*ggas is my sons, but I'm big unc to n*ggas
Vroom vroom, get to skunkin n*ggas
Pull up on his block and take his strap and get to punkin n*ggas
No, I'm not no fan of n*ggas music, I don't be bumping n*ggas
But if I see my opp up in the club then I'mma bump the n*gga
I can't even tell you what we done to n*ggas
If you see me posted on that block, I got a hunnid close
I don't give a f*ck if he yo brother, I don't f*ck with bro
Posted on the block til it get cold, I got a runny nose
Say she gon do everything for me, but she ain't for me though
You put yo trust up in that b*tch, yeah you a dummy bro
b*tch I don't wanna have no fun with you, but you could f*ck me though
n*gga asked me if I f*cked this b*tch, nah we just buddies bro
Classy b*tch but suck the uh- like she a sl*tty hoe, n*gga
[Hook]
I guess it's up with n*ggas
I got n*ggas that don't play about me, bet' not touch a n*gga
How many n*ggas lying in they raps? I know a bunch of n*ggas
Grab that "ahh!" or that "buh!" and get to bustin n*ggas
SOB the gang, I ain't f*ckin witcha
Pull out that -shh, bet I'll hush a n*gga
How the f*ck you round that gang? Ain't no muscle in it
Heard them n*ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it

[Verse 2]
Tell em come and get it, or get yo ass got
He was supposed to be my brother until he folded, n*ggas laptops
b*tch I ain't finna play with no n*gga, I don't slap box
n*gga keep playing like sh*t a game, til his ass shot
I got that one shh-, drum bigger than some ass shots
Yeah, he was the n*gga back then, then he crashed out
Hold on, hold on, you can't call me broke, b*tch I got cash now
I walked up in that club them hoes had tiddies and that ass out
Too high, passed out
Broke b*tch, cash out
Dumb b*tch almost got her lil ass hit, I tried to bag out
Before I let him pay me for a feature, check his background
b*tch keep talkin bout that she a stallion, yous a cash cow
I moved out of town for bout a year, but b*tch I'm back round
Yeah I can get her wet until it make that cheesy mac sound
Bro said he don't wanna tote the Glock, he sending Mac rounds
And n*ggas always lying in the booth until them facts out, n*gga
[Hook]
I guess it's up with n*ggas
I got n*ggas that don't play about me, bet' not touch a n*gga
How many n*ggas lying in they raps? I know a bunch of n*ggas
Grab that "ahh!" or that "buh!" and get to bustin n*ggas
SOB the gang, I ain't f*ckin witcha
Pull out that -shh, bet I'll hush a n*gga
How the f*ck you round that gang? Ain't no muscle in it
Heard them n*ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it