WHOLE LOTTA SMOKE lyrics

[Intro]
Hold on, watch how I'ma creep, whole lot of Bleeda sh*t
Free 223, oh, uh
Look, free my 60, n*gga, whole lot of 4NG sh*t (MercyBeatz, n*gga)
You gon' be— you gon' be stained up
b*tch, look, yeah, yeah
That smoke, who want that? (Want that, long live Clip, n*gga)
Ha, ha, mm, mm ('Fore I stain your ass, I'll break all your f*ckin' neck and bones)
We gon' crush your stupid ass, you get in the way of this sh*t, I'm tellin' you (Mm, mm)
Know to stay out the way
Baow, yeah (Look)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Whole lot of smoke I'm like, "Who want that?" (Who want that?)
I drop this window, your best bet is to be on that (Is to be on that)
Feelin' like Ash, I'ma start hittin' from where the trunk at (Yeah, yeah, baow)
Lot of n*ggas say they step, but they don't really be on that (But they don't really bе on that)

[Post-Chorus]
I hop out right now with a Glock with a switch on the back of this b*tch with thirty plus
Pull up, watch how I bust you up, hit you from your neck and up (Yeah)
And doublе back, go pick your b*tch up and get crawfished with that ho (Yeah, ho)
They said ten was on my feed and I dropped thirty, bro dropped sixty (Blah)

[Verse 1]
Then we went collect that ticket, haha, this how you do that there (This how you do that there)
Give him the business, aim with precision, they knew to step (Yeah, they knew to step)
Corners arrived got mama's cryin', blood everywhere
Blow this b*tch wherever I see you, I'm tryna leave you there (Look)
Dumb, out my sh*t, my noggin, top lid open
Bring five-percent, fresh as a b*tch, your partner what I'm smokin'
I up with this, it's gon' be a lil' while 'fore I reload it (Huh)
Blow the b*tch, I'm like a bad kid, let me hold it
I show you what to do with this b*tch, mm, hit 'bout two with this b*tch
I'm in the jungle, the zoo with this b*tch (Zoo with this b*tch)
I'm tryna see who to shoot with this b*tch (Uh, uh)
Don't wan' make the news, I advise you not to move in this b*tch (Baow)
It's a stick up, but you still gettin' stitched up
Type to make you put your blick up (Blick up)
[Bridge]
Yeah, don't wan' kill no more (You don't wan' kill no more, they don't wan' drill, he don't wanna drill)
Don't wan' be in the field no more (Don't wan' be in the field no more, them n*ggas died)
Uh, I know that they bend some more (I know that)
And, b*tch, we go Geronimo (We go Geronimo, we go Geronimo, yeah)
Uh, uh, step on one at Conoco, step, step (Baow)
Mm, blind him, see him, watch lil' bro (Watchin', yeah)
Yeah, what the f*ck your lyin' for? Mm-hmm (Haha, what the f*ck you lyin' for?)
Haha, yeah (Haha)

[Chorus]
Whole lot of smoke I'm like, "Who want that?" (Who want that?)
I drop this window, your best bet is to be on that (Is to be on that)
Feelin' like Ash, I'ma start hittin' from where the trunk at (Yeah, yeah, baow)
Lot of n*ggas say they step, but they don't really be on that (But they don't really be on that)

[Post-Chorus]
I hop out right now with a Glock with a switch on the back of this b*tch with thirty plus
Pull up, watch how I bust you up, hit you from your neck and up (Grrah)
And double back, go pick your b*tch up and get crawfished with that ho (And get crawfished with that ho)
They said ten was on my feed and I dropped thirty, bro dropped sixty (Blah)

[Verse 2]
Don't need no n*gga in my business
You need a glizzy with the switchy (Baow, you need a glizzy with the— yeah)
And the .56 (And the .56)
You better not fall, I'ma stand over you, work you with the stick like, "Here, take that and this" (Huh, uh)
That wasn't no vulture sh*t (That wasn't no vulture sh*t)
We on that hawkin' sh*t (That hawkin' sh*t), catch you while you walkin' sh*t (While you walkin' sh*t)
Stalk your ass twenty-four eight, look up, here go your coffin, b*tch (Here go your coffin, b*tch)
You ain't tippin' a thing, lil' boy, you just be barkin', b*tch (You just be barkin', b*tch)
A different breed all by myself, you know I'll zip your clique (Ha, smackers)
[Chorus]
Whole lot of smoke I'm like, "Who want that?" (Who want that?)
I drop this window, your best bet is to be on that (Is to be on that)
Feelin' like Ash, I'ma start hittin' from where the trunk at (Uh, uh, where the trunk at)
Lot of n*ggas say they step, but they don't really be on that (They ain't on that)

[Outro]
And you know, n*ggas don't be on that (Baow)
You know I'ma bang this b*tch every time, let's go (MercyBeatz, n*gga)
Look, look, look, look, stand right there, look, let me show you somethin'
Nobody ain't f*ckin' with me, baow
b*tch
I'm on that
f*ckin' b*tch