Smoke lyrics

[Intro: Yungeen Ace]
Yea, ha
n*gga know I smoke dead n*ggas to the face tho' you know what I'm talm bout? (Yeah)
That n*gga died but sh*t, closed case f*ck it

[Verse 1: ATK Ybeezzzy]
I ain’t tweakin with them n*ggas, them n*ggas know just what it was
He was dissing on my brother, turned his stupid ass to a runtz
If he stayed his goofy ass in that house he would've never got his stupid ass slumped
Now his momma on the news, oh she actin' like she hurt?
f*ck that n*gga, yo son up in that motherf*ckin' dirt
He was talking all that sh*t we put his stupid ass to rest
It's me and my f*cking murda twin he ready to f*cking murk sum
He got two brand new FN's, shout out to Quan he know how to work sum

[Verse 2: Yungeen Ace]
n*gga be speaking on 23, and they ain’t really living likе that
Don’t make me load up with the gang and run you down with thе scat
Remember Quan shot back back with the Mac
They took one of mines you know it’s tic for tac
They don’t be outside but I know where they at
Ran up in his sh*t and I was wearing all black
You know that I don’t miss
Lil boy I caught that diss
b*tch, we got 50s on the Glock, Ksoo came wit a assist
Got plenty cash for all my killers
My n*ggas, they hungry, they ready to kill 'em
These .762, b*tch you know where it hit 'em
Ion care bout his momma
Ion care bout no children (f*ck 'em)
I smoke Nine, I’m smoking 8
I’m tweaking with Lil Teki
I’m smoking Bibby, he got me high
But I still won’t let 'em kill me
Step on that boy, you know that I told 'em
f*ck that b*tch if he up inna Rover
f*ck that n*gga you know he ain’t soldier
Fresh off a drill, f*ck I look like pullin' over?
I can’t be from 6 block, them boys be track stars
The cold blooded murder case, you know that I make stars
I slang they block with a Elvis guitar
Really living this sh*t, real rock star Glock
We’ll smoke that boy, put him up inna gar
Who that creeping down the street, better watch that car (Better watch that car)
[Verse 3: ATK Ybeezzzy]
Jit, you a b*tch you ain’t living like that
How that n*gga gangsta and that f*ck n*gga rat
Been camping at his crib all muf*ckin' night
First n*gga out that door better have his mind right
I been told these f*ck n*ggas, “boy it’s on sight”
Hear me well, you see I ain’t playing
Boy, I’m thirsty
When they took 23, I was hurting
But them dead ass n*ggas, we ain’t speaking on the dead
But the opposition know we ain’t playing
Pull up where that f*ck n*gga laying
Slide in the mini van (Skrrt)
We slide them doors
That b*tch sound so loud, like a marching band
I know somebody hit
f*ck n*gga we don’t miss
Swiss cheese the whole whip
We shot that n*gga ass so many times we made his car flip
Let him rest in p*ss
We could have stood a foot back but that f*ck n*gga ass a b*tch
And it’s still f*ck the 6
Don’t go up in the house
I got some sh*t that’s goin through them bricks
And they on that slide line shaking they ass, twerking acting like a b*tch
Oh Seddy he a b*tch
All that under cover pressure, f*ck n*gga use your lips
Them n*ggas mad that we lit and we all bout our sh*t
[Outro: ATK Ybeezzzy]
f*ck n*gga, you know how we rocking n*gga, yeah