Don’t Get Smoked lyrics

[Hook x2: SD]
Boy don't get whacked, boy we stay strapped
Yeah we love combat, we stay totting the gat'
Yeah we love war, boy don't get
Smoked
I got my n*ggas out here, they totting to blow

[Verse 1: SD]
Boy don't get wet, you might be next
And if you playing with my money you get stretched
b*tch we got vets, don't shoot at chest
And if you running, best be ducking from the tech
You lose your neck, no disrespect
These b*tches on me, they can't fold me, I'mma wreck
We thumbing through a check, these b*tches on my di*k
And if his man's got it we gon' rob him on the set
I make your b*tch regret, she f*ck me and the set
This Glock a leave em stitched, b*tch I ball like Dominic
We shoot with no regrets, like Stojakovic
I know that I'm the sh*t, I can buy the mall with this

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gino Marley]
Boy don't get whacked, my n*ggas strapped
We known for running through them racks and get it back
Them pistols clap, and shells attack
If you a target you get hit, then it's a wrap
I smoke blunts in the back, counting racks
Riding through the city with a pistol on my lap
My n*ggas blow that sack, back to work and get it back
b*tch I ball like Money Mitch, for the sh*t you could get whacked
You quarterback, then you get sacked
Take you down and you won't get a quarter back
Play quarterback, then you get sacked
Take you down and for that sh*t you could get whacked
Squad

[Hook]