No Smoke lyrics

[Intro: Bricc Baby]
Maestro
sh*tro
Dun Deal on the tra-a-a-a-ack

[Chorus: Bricc Baby]
Nah, he don't want no smoke, n*gga
He don't want no smoke
I got that pistol to his throat, n*gga
Ayy, I c*ck back and let it blow, n*gga
He don't want no smoke
He don't want no smoke, n*gga
I got that pistol to his dome, n*gga
Ayy, c*ck back and let it blow, n*gga

[Verse 1: Bricc Baby]
I pull up and hop out, then air it out
No questions my n*gga, just air it out
Don't give a f*ck if the feds out
This is the choppers with red dots
I step on the blood, I got red bottoms
Don't leave no witness, kill all your partners
All of my n*ggas, yeah, they piranhas
Who wanna rock with the don dada?
I pull up with my locs, n*gga
[?] and one own, n*gga
They let them bullets fly straight through your dome, n*gga
Bricc City, we the new Death Row, n*gga
[Chorus: Bricc Baby & Young Thug]
Nah, he don't want no smoke n*gga (Woah)
He don't want no smoke (He don't want no smoke)
I got that pistol to his throat, n*gga (Let it blow)
Ayy, I c*ck back and let it blow, n*gga (Gon' blow)
He don't want no smoke (pus*y boy don't want no smoke)
He don't want no smoke, n*gga (pus*y boy don't want no smoke)
I got that pistol to his dome, n*gga (We gon' let it blow)
Ayy, c*ck back and let it blow, n*gga

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
c*ck that motherf*cker back, let it blow
Family boy and then they dyin' too
Family ties, man, I got you
Birthday cake and some pies too
Thugger Thugger what she ridin' to
I'ma go and spray the avenue
Young and thuggin' with an attitude
And I'm hot, n*gga, grab the tool
These n*ggas can't see us, yeah
And these n*ggas can't be us, yeah
You chill with your feet up, yeah
Let's chill with your feet up, yeah
I'm not tryna marry you, girl
Ain't giving you a ring, oh yeah
Ain't giving you a ring, naw, yeah
I'm ready to vacuum seal that
[Chorus: Bricc Baby & Young Thug]
Nah, he don't want no smoke n*gga (Woah)
He don't want no smoke (He don't want no smoke)
I got that pistol to his throat, n*gga (Let it blow)
Ayy, I c*ck back and let it blow, n*gga (Gon' blow)
He don't want no smoke (pus*y boy don't want no smoke)
He don't want no smoke, n*gga (pus*y boy don't want no smoke)
I got that pistol to his dome, n*gga (We gon' let it blow)
Ayy, c*ck back and let it blow, n*gga