King Smoke lyrics

[Intro]
(Who made that beat, Mojo?)
(That b*tch go crazy)
(COUPE)

[Chorus]
Most wanted in my city b*tch, I'm king smoke (Most wanted)
The biggest opp inside my throat (b*tch)
Smushed his ass like he was a roach
b*tch I call the shots, don't need no coach
Can't go to war you ain't got no money (Can't go to war n*gga)
You gon' die broke b*tch
Can't go to war you ain't got no shooters (Can't go to war n*gga)
You gon' send ghost's b*tch
Got them b*tches Cliqin' up (Woo)
I know they don't stand a chance (Uh, uh)
Told them I'm the one
Hopped out, huh bustin' at ya mans
I don't wanna squabbles
I drop b*tches, I told 'em I got hands (Buh, buh, buh)
Spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick sh*t no Jackie Chan

[Verse 1]
b*tch I'm back on bullsh*t
And I don't them n*ggas understand (They don't)
Every time that it was smoke
pus*y boy I never ran
Heard they want my body count well lеt me give it to 'em rеal raw
One n*gga died (One n*gga)
Two n*gga died (Two n*gga)
Three n*gga died (Three n*gga)
(Huh)
Four n*gga died (Four n*gga)
We was four deep, we all slid (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Six n*ggas cried
I got momma's crying, acting like they son still alive
I'm a grave digger b*tch, I put n*ggas past the sky
[Chorus]
Most wanted in my city b*tch, I'm king smoke (Most wanted)
The biggest opp inside my throat (b*tch)
Smushed his ass like he was a roach
b*tch I call the shots, don't need no coach
Can't go to war you ain't got no money (Can't go to war n*gga)
You gon' die broke b*tch
Can't go to war you ain't got no shooters (Can't go to war n*gga)
You gon' send ghost's b*tch
Got them b*tches Cliqin' up (Woo)
I know they don't stand a chance (Uh, uh)
Told them I'm the one
Hopped out, huh bustin' at ya mans
I don't wanna squabbles
I drop b*tches, I told 'em I got hands (Buh, buh, buh)
Spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick sh*t no Jackie Chan

[Verse 2]
b*tch before the rap I been that man
I ain't have no goal, we shot at cans (Buh, buh)
f*ck on this b*tch, she been a fan
I swing sticks like I'm Serena Williams
b*tch I'm a hood idol, real legend
Always be remembered (Always)
Ain't came from sh*t, now I got figures
f*ck the raw, packed up the killer (On god)
.308, Blackout, yeah I know some blocks like Bryson Tiller
I really might act an ass when it come to my guys
Spin bout n*ggas (Straight ass)
I got to much to lose, changed the way I was living, hired killers
Told bro to chill, but he ain't listen
Noname Steve be smackin' n*ggas
[Chorus]
Most wanted in my city b*tch, I'm king smoke (Most wanted)
The biggest opp inside my throat (b*tch)
Smushed his ass like he was a roach
b*tch I call the shots, don't need no coach
Can't go to war you ain't got no money (Can't go to war n*gga)
You gon' die broke b*tch
Can't go to war you ain't got no shooters (Can't go to war n*gga)
You gon' send ghost's b*tch
Got them b*tches Cliqin' up (Woo)
I know they don't stand a chance (Uh, uh)
Told them I'm the one
Hopped out, huh bustin' at ya mans
I don't wanna squabbles
I drop b*tches, I told 'em I got hands (Buh, buh, buh)
Spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick sh*t no Jackie Chan