Smoke
RelicRhymes uh
I talk like a soldier
Me and my troops are a click from the target
I'm shoppin' at Goyard, you and your homies got ya fit at target
This choppa gon hit him
It's gonna send him right back where he started
Put a big X on his face
Have that mofucka look like Departed
Ha ha ha
Me and my homies gon kill you
Then we gon laugh at your funeral
It's like you on Comedy Central
The pastor was doin, his special
Then he brought out Chappelle
He said you was going to hell
Then everybody was dying
Uh
I'm sorry your mama was cryin'
I ain't wanna take her son
But now that mofucka done
It was his fault he ain't run
All of his homies can get got
Got 50 thousand on the wrist watch
I'm on the block when it gets hot
You better pray you ain't get caught
Damn
I never come in through the front
I only come in through the rear
We gonna pull up so quiet
Silent you can't even hear
I really hate when they think its a threat like there nothing to fear
This ain't a threat, lil bitch its a promise
Now tell him to pull up right here
Uh huh
Hit em with 1
Hit em with 2
Hit em with 3
Hit em again
If he want the smoke
Bring em to me
Hit em with 1
Hit em with 2
Hit em with 3
Hit em again
If he want the smoke
Bring em to me
Hit em with 1
Hit em with 2
Hit em with 3
Hit em again
If he want the smoke
Bring em to me
Hit em with 1
Hit em with 2
Hit em with 3
Hit em again
If he want the smoke
Bring em to me
I talk like a soldier
Me and my troops are a click from the target
I'm shoppin' at Goyard, you and your homies got ya fit at target
This choppa gon hit him
It's gonna send him right back where he started
Put a big X on his face
Have that mofucka look like Departed
Ha ha ha
Me and my homies gon kill you
Then we gon laugh at your funeral
It's like you on Comedy Central
The pastor was doin, his special
Then he brought out Chappelle
He said you was going to hell
Then everybody was dying
Uh
I'm sorry your mama was cryin'
I ain't wanna take her son
But now that mofucka done
It was his fault he ain't run
All of his homies can get got
Got 50 thousand on the wrist watch
I'm on the block when it gets hot
You better pray you ain't get caught
Damn
I never come in through the front
I only come in through the rear
We gonna pull up so quiet
Silent you can't even hear
I really hate when they think its a threat like there nothing to fear
This ain't a threat, lil bitch its a promise
Now tell him to pull up right here
Uh huh
Hit em with 1
Hit em with 2
Hit em with 3
Hit em again
If he want the smoke
Bring em to me
Hit em with 1
Hit em with 2
Hit em with 3
Hit em again
If he want the smoke
Bring em to me
Hit em with 1
Hit em with 2
Hit em with 3
Hit em again
If he want the smoke
Bring em to me
Hit em with 1
Hit em with 2
Hit em with 3
Hit em again
If he want the smoke
Bring em to me
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