Smoke
Got smoke in these streets
Nigga I don't walk out the house,
(Don't walk out) if I don't got my heat
Yeah nigga what's up with me (Know what's up)
Every time I ride out got a extra two,
or three clips up on that seat (Grr bah)
Aim at yo' throat old pussy ass nigga, make sure you deceased yeah
No regret or no guilt, on my conscience or heart
Ain't no love in my body, what's was had depart
I done been in hot water, with sharks in the dark
I'm the same old nigga, they knew from the start
But now I go harder and moving way smarter,
I stay to myself 'cause my thoughts Arising
He get hit with that fire so hot,
that it burn and cauterize him (Hot) pussy
I don't fuck with no 45, 'cept the number on the side my Glock slide
Them niggas don't really be on a fuck
thing at all, never seen none my opps slide
These niggas be drunk in the club, letting liquor get to they head
Trying to pop off with niggas that don't be
around me, look frail as a bitch boy I know You scared
Only when i'm not there in they
presence, do these niggas feel brave huh
I love Glocks but i'm 'bout to go
cop a Walther, with a steel frame yeah
And i'm riding with the same niggas, until all the wheels break shit
Should of been cut off that lil' pussy ass ho, but I still stayed fuck
Her nigga a simp claiming he was finna kill me
'bout her, the both of 'em know he ain't Serious
But me i'ma demon for real,
step on anybody do it low show i'm so insidious
He can't go where I go and be good how
i'm good, no the nigga got no clearance
Bitch you know he ain't like that a bit
He can't even imagine the feeling come from the experience yeah
Heard that boy hiding out over East with
his BM an Son, but I got the drop on that
Having nasty hoes coming in an out of
the crib all day, so I had a thot on that
Got a Glock with a drum but i'm feeling like
fuck it, I lowkey prefer when the mop on that
Anytime when I feel like it,
pull up an just, now go draw the chalk on that pussy
Can't trust 'em if they got a soul yeah I swear
on my core, that's the reason ain't most Around
If it ain't bout money or music,
then fuck what you saying that shit only slow us down
I got Hollows and FMJ's in this mag', just watch how I blow 'em rounds
Catch that bitch an her man when they least expect
it, do 'em dirty they leaving they Ultrasound (Brr)
I got problems inside of my head I admit
it, but most come from people mistreating me
I'ma real nigga so it feel pointless to
lie, don't nobody scare or put unease in me
The support that I get keep me motivated,
I won't give up it's some that believe in me
Find it funny they quick to abandon me,
but try and come back around when they Needing me (Fuck 'em)
Got smoke in these streets
Nigga I don't walk out the house,
(Don't walk out) if I don't got my heat
Yeah nigga what's up with me (Know what's up)
Every time I ride out got a extra two,
or three clips up on that seat (Grr bah)
Aim at yo' throat old pussy ass nigga, make sure you deceased
We gon' put you to sleep yeah
Nigga I don't walk out the house,
(Don't walk out) if I don't got my heat
Yeah nigga what's up with me (Know what's up)
Every time I ride out got a extra two,
or three clips up on that seat (Grr bah)
Aim at yo' throat old pussy ass nigga, make sure you deceased yeah
No regret or no guilt, on my conscience or heart
Ain't no love in my body, what's was had depart
I done been in hot water, with sharks in the dark
I'm the same old nigga, they knew from the start
But now I go harder and moving way smarter,
I stay to myself 'cause my thoughts Arising
He get hit with that fire so hot,
that it burn and cauterize him (Hot) pussy
I don't fuck with no 45, 'cept the number on the side my Glock slide
Them niggas don't really be on a fuck
thing at all, never seen none my opps slide
These niggas be drunk in the club, letting liquor get to they head
Trying to pop off with niggas that don't be
around me, look frail as a bitch boy I know You scared
Only when i'm not there in they
presence, do these niggas feel brave huh
I love Glocks but i'm 'bout to go
cop a Walther, with a steel frame yeah
And i'm riding with the same niggas, until all the wheels break shit
Should of been cut off that lil' pussy ass ho, but I still stayed fuck
Her nigga a simp claiming he was finna kill me
'bout her, the both of 'em know he ain't Serious
But me i'ma demon for real,
step on anybody do it low show i'm so insidious
He can't go where I go and be good how
i'm good, no the nigga got no clearance
Bitch you know he ain't like that a bit
He can't even imagine the feeling come from the experience yeah
Heard that boy hiding out over East with
his BM an Son, but I got the drop on that
Having nasty hoes coming in an out of
the crib all day, so I had a thot on that
Got a Glock with a drum but i'm feeling like
fuck it, I lowkey prefer when the mop on that
Anytime when I feel like it,
pull up an just, now go draw the chalk on that pussy
Can't trust 'em if they got a soul yeah I swear
on my core, that's the reason ain't most Around
If it ain't bout money or music,
then fuck what you saying that shit only slow us down
I got Hollows and FMJ's in this mag', just watch how I blow 'em rounds
Catch that bitch an her man when they least expect
it, do 'em dirty they leaving they Ultrasound (Brr)
I got problems inside of my head I admit
it, but most come from people mistreating me
I'ma real nigga so it feel pointless to
lie, don't nobody scare or put unease in me
The support that I get keep me motivated,
I won't give up it's some that believe in me
Find it funny they quick to abandon me,
but try and come back around when they Needing me (Fuck 'em)
Got smoke in these streets
Nigga I don't walk out the house,
(Don't walk out) if I don't got my heat
Yeah nigga what's up with me (Know what's up)
Every time I ride out got a extra two,
or three clips up on that seat (Grr bah)
Aim at yo' throat old pussy ass nigga, make sure you deceased
We gon' put you to sleep yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Riggs
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