No Smoke
Hey
He wont some smoke wit me
Naw
Niggas dont want smoke wit me they no im bout that drama
Choppa wit a scope it start singing like madona
Show up to his crib kill him and his baby mamma
Ran of wit dat sack now my pockets filled wit commas
Boy dont want no smoke wit me u no i get it crackin
Never leave wit out da flag pole im never lackin
40 hit his chest and ripped it up jus like a napkin
Dats whats dat fuck nigga get i told him to stop actin
I was really on da block why u was in there nappin
Pull up in yo hood 2 seat coup da truck was slappn
Seen my ex wit a flunky nigga and start laughn
When he seen me he put his head down he no whats hannin
Momma kicked me out da crib she herd dat i was trappn
Dats when i first jumped up off the porch and started rappin
Dey like who dat skoote da flair nigga he be snappin
Herd you lookin for me pussy nigga please stop cappin
If u need some dope i be servin bobby witney
Naw diz aint no act bullet hit you in yo kidney
Kick dat thot bitch out she tryed to come back like a frisbe
Push nigga cut it aint none shy about this glizzy
If they disrespect me ima purge em wit dat karma
Better re think twice or ima show up at ya mommas
Matter fact i might have my young niggas press up on ya
All about a check they gone take every thing dats on ya
Niggas dont want smoke wit me they no im bout that drama
Choppa wit a scope it start singing like madona
Show up to his crib kill him and his baby mamma
Ran of wit dat sack now my pockets filled wit commas
He wont some smoke wit me
Naw
Niggas dont want smoke wit me they no im bout that drama
Choppa wit a scope it start singing like madona
Show up to his crib kill him and his baby mamma
Ran of wit dat sack now my pockets filled wit commas
Boy dont want no smoke wit me u no i get it crackin
Never leave wit out da flag pole im never lackin
40 hit his chest and ripped it up jus like a napkin
Dats whats dat fuck nigga get i told him to stop actin
I was really on da block why u was in there nappin
Pull up in yo hood 2 seat coup da truck was slappn
Seen my ex wit a flunky nigga and start laughn
When he seen me he put his head down he no whats hannin
Momma kicked me out da crib she herd dat i was trappn
Dats when i first jumped up off the porch and started rappin
Dey like who dat skoote da flair nigga he be snappin
Herd you lookin for me pussy nigga please stop cappin
If u need some dope i be servin bobby witney
Naw diz aint no act bullet hit you in yo kidney
Kick dat thot bitch out she tryed to come back like a frisbe
Push nigga cut it aint none shy about this glizzy
If they disrespect me ima purge em wit dat karma
Better re think twice or ima show up at ya mommas
Matter fact i might have my young niggas press up on ya
All about a check they gone take every thing dats on ya
Niggas dont want smoke wit me they no im bout that drama
Choppa wit a scope it start singing like madona
Show up to his crib kill him and his baby mamma
Ran of wit dat sack now my pockets filled wit commas
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Writer(s): Tajee Miller
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