Smoke

Song

Smoke

VL Deck · Kane & O-Dog · 2018 · 2:53

Lyrics

Brr, Fred only Splash town to the A Let's go do this You ready? That juice by the way Dashboard digits, like the Nike standards Everyday I drip, bitch thought I was a scammer Free my shooter fast, judge got him in the slammer Your bitch call me daddy 'cause I fuck her like a animal I shoot the bitch 'til it melt, fourteen when I first step Never need a posse, make you pussy niggas tap by my damn self Pull up in the foreign, let the carbon hit, sound like a drum snare Niggas sleeping on me, wake 'em up, they on overdose on Sudafed E-40 hit me up, told me prosper, so you know that it's time to say it Free K Blocka out that jam, know lil bro was bustin' heads Finally got a buzz, so I chase it with ambition Text from my old lady said get him, but she still miss me Call myself chilling 'til my sister hit my phone late Push the button, I wanna see these niggas die the same way You don't want this, you don't want this bag on your head, bitch Closer kin take the hit, that money really change shit Gunshots and teddy bears come behind this, I ain't lying Get back in the projects, then I spend every last dime I been making music, but didn't make the bust for quick shine I'm still rubbing shoulders with niggas way out your way, clown Neighborhood hot, my lil partner 'nem still thuggin' Twelve years old, you can't tell them lil niggas nothing Some like to fight, but they usually go get they weapon Police on they ass, but they posted and still sellin' The corner store jumpin', we trappin' them old Giuseppes I don't do the drop for my smokers, I like to stretch it Neighborhood watch, they lurking and still telling Old folks trippin' 'bout traffic, we still get it right This that trap shit Someone can relate, someone can't This gon' go over a lot of niggas' heads Fredo trap nigga, splash gang trap nigga Hey, hey, slime No I'm not feeling these niggas They get out of line, we gon' shoot up them niggas Trap house be jumpin', repeated the figures 300 Bands on all of my niggas Sat in that cell, not callin' no bitches And I'm still hiding from the camera Ride the McLaren like a Lam', yeah Try to snatch my shit, I'ma bam him I'm in this bitch with Lil' Hare and Chevy I need me a victim to shoot somethin' Play with the dice at the trap in the A If you say you got money, then nigga let's shoot somethin' Already rich, if you win I ain't lose nothin' Still in this bitch and it's going on 2 somethin' Dek been a dog and he ready to chew somethin' Say he want smoke but I know he ain't 'bout nothin' I shoot the bitch 'til it melt, fourteen when I first step Never need a posse, make you pussy niggas tap by my damn self Pull up in the foreign, let the carbon hit, sound like a drum snare Niggas sleeping on me, wake 'em up, they on overdose on Sudafed

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