We Want Smoke lyrics

[Intro: YNW Melly]
Haha, I pound sh*t
Um, young n*gga world
Aye, young n*ggas
Hop out wit' them K's and we let it spray
Aye

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
These pus*y n*ggas talking like they on it
Is that smoke inside your swisher? 'Cause I want it
I got killas with the pistol around the corner
Don't you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won't tell
We tryna catch a n*gga soul and replenish it
We tryna kill a pus*y n*gga, gonna in a bit
We ain't f*cking with these n*ggas like we celibate
Choppa knock a pus*y n*gga out his element

[Verse 1: JayDaYoungan]
Pour sh*t out, we on the block
My brother stay toting the Glock
Move wrong, somebody get shot
I grind hard for whatever I got
I'm on the road, I be after the guap
No I can't stop until Youngan on top
Brand new foreign, copped it off the lot
b*tch n*ggas hating, they want me to flop
Bands in my pockets, I stay with them knots
I say I'm going, I'm never going to stop
Free all my n*ggas and f*ck all the cops
Got hella pistols for all the opps
Get the bag and then I go the other way
If I ain't hustlin', flipping packs, I'm prolly somewhere out of state
b*tch I'm a real n*gga, you can see it in my face
No I ain't got no time to waste
You on that fake sh*t, can't relate
I spent them racks up in Bape
Sipping on lean, and I can't feel my face
Free chopper, he fighting a case
We was jus' stackin' and clutching them K's
I pray to God they don't play
I let my shooter wet him like a lake
We thuggin' to this everyday
b*tch you can get it, just stay in your place
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
These pus*y n*ggas talking like they on it
Is that smoke inside your swisher? 'Cause I want it
I got killas with the pistol around the corner
Don't you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won't tell
We tryna catch a n*gga soul and replenish it
We tryna kill a pus*y n*gga, gonna in a bit
We ain't f*cking with these n*ggas like we celibate
Choppa knock a pus*y n*gga out his element

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
B, L, double O, D, G, A, N, G, I'm so true to this
Youngan out here wildin', wit' the scrappy on that stupid sh*t
n*ggas di*k riding on the game, they on that groupie sh*t
Catch a n*gga slipping, hit his head with that extended clip
We got extensions (b*tch)
Step in Givenchy (huh)
He want it first, he want a price, we need to pitch in (huh)
Shoot at your mom, b*tch (b*tch)
I don't go to prom, b*tch, huh (b*tch)
Don't f*ck with a vault n*gga, huh, we tryna start sh*t, huh
We tryna load up them choppers and call off them robber
And dump sh*t (yeah)
My n*ggas really some hires
They say that they ready to pump sh*t (huh)
You can get slumped quick (b*tch)
I don't want no Swisher
I'm trying to smoke on a Backwood with all of my young n*ggas
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
These pus*y n*ggas talking like they on it
Is that smoke inside your swisher? 'Cause I want it
I got killas with the pistol around the corner
Don't you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won't tell
We tryna catch a n*gga soul and replenish it
We tryna kill a pus*y n*gga, gonna in a bit
We ain't f*cking with these n*ggas like we celibate
Choppa knock a pus*y n*gga out his element