Smoke lyrics

[Intro]
Turn me up Juu
Damn
No way Hozay!
Wopo
Mob [?]
Dang
Hey, hey Juu, what the f*ck moe?
How the f*ck you turn me up like that man?
For real
Yeah

[Verse]
Uh
I tried tell him a time and they didn’t believe the sh*t, yeah, Wop
I spend a whole lotta racks like I don’t even need the sh*t, uh, yeah
I’m trying to pay for a drop, soon as I get it, it’s lit, uh uh
Shooting the Glock .23, I fell in love with the way that b*tch hit, uh
Mob ties I got a lot of this sh*t, uh
I don’t be hiding and sh*t
Got to be tight when I go on a show
Somebody might got to die in this b*tch
Perc and the drank got me high as a b*tch
Watching my steps and I’m fly as a b*tch
f*ck all the opps, they be lying and sh*t
You even goofy for buying the sh*t
And these n*ggas goofy for selling the sh*t
Heard a youngin' got jammed and he telling and sh*t
Want to be where I’m at? n*ggas jealous as sh*t
You can do what you want, n*gga, get off di*k
And wherever I go be equipped with a stick
I ain’t chasing no b*tch I’ma get me a vic
Heard it’s smoke in the air, I’ma get me a hit
If he took one before, he’ll take one again
See the 5 on this b*tch when you check out the gen'
Hear the screech on the street when we slide on his men
Throw him a b*tch, but I’m baiting ‘em in
f*ck every b*tch I ain’t wait in a minute
I heard the sh*t that he said out his mouth
I put this Glock in his grill like a dentist
Bad ass youngin' like Dennis the Menace
Too many b*tches and too many glizzies
Hit off this peezy and drop off sixty
Spin off a bar I’ma go off a sixty
I’m on the K and I’m f*cking with 60
Coming so much n*ggas calling me quitting
Know that they did it but never admit it
Back in the ninth, I was shooting millennials
Never a time that I stopped I was sending them
Bro in the Fed' 'cause of his f*cking adrenaline
Ran up a check and I do what I suppose to
I put a ten on his ass and they smoked you
sh*t was a show I’m the n*gga who hosted it (b*tch-ass n*gga)
n*gga got caught with his co-d' and folded (pus*y)
Call me a killer you know I ain’t bogus
Blow up his car I’ma knock off the rotors
Got on his lawn and them young n*ggas mowed it
f*ck her for hours but put on a Trojan (b*tch-ass b*tch)
Why n*ggas acting like somebody loaned 'em?
He only gave me that sh*t cuz he owed me (b*tch-ass n*gga)
Better be toting your gun you approach me
Loving that switch and it steady be rolling (Blllrrrt)
Foot to the pedal I caught him he floated
Sweet-ass b*tch I just told her "Eat brodie"
Put on a mask while you whipping that potion (Put on that mask)
This what I do I’ma whip til it’s smoking (This what I do n*gga)
Say that it’s smoke why the f*ck is you choking
n*gga got hit why the f*ck was he loafing?
Sending me death threats n*gga you joking
I’ma come shoot up your block like you told me (Shoot up his block)
I hit the pack ‘til this sh*t look soapy
Auntie come in cuz she smell this sh*t potent
Bottles of water we serve out the ocean
Ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floatin'
Uh uh, u- uh ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floatin'
I don’t think they caught that sh*t man
Ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floatin'
Haha, Wopo
Mob!
Yeah!
b*tch!
[Outro]
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(Mob)
(Yeah)
(b*tch!)