SMOKE (feat. BG huncho)

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If that nigga want some smoke, we gon' pop out where he stay
Grab the truffle, leave no trace, get that chicken on delay
Put that money on your head, cause the war come with pay
And if you think I'm bluffing, nigga, you might not see the next day

Keep it pushin' in the coat, if you don't want the smoke
Bro, grab the mop stick, and nah, he ain't playing jokes
We gotta get it out the mud, cause we came from the dirt
Your son was talking all that shit, so we hit him where it hurt

Bitch, yeah, so we hit him where it hurt
I'ma pop out with this 30, leave a nigga in the dirt
I'd rather take a 8th of shrooms, cause I do not f*ck a perks
But I swear I don't need no drugs, just to put him on the shirt

I bet I grab that mop stick, great aim I never miss
I send these bullets through the wind and turn that pussy boy to Swiss
And I'ma call my nigga 50 up, put 50 on my wrist
Hawk em down, do them bad, check a nigga off the list

If that nigga want some smoke, we gon' pop out where he stay
Grab the tropper leave no trace, get that chicken on delay
Put that money on your head, cause the war come with pay
And if you think I'm bluffing, nigga, you might not see the next day

Keep it pushin' in the coat, if you don't want the smoke
Bro, grab the mop stick, and nah, he ain't playing jokes
We gotta get it out the mud, cause we came from the dirt
Your son was talking all that shit, so we hit him where it hurt

We getting money, getting paper, your bitch gon' want me now or later
B.G. Hot just pulled up, he smoking niggas just like vapor
I took your bitch and fucked that bitch and told that bitch to see you later
Grab the mop and split his ass, no, I ain't talking no equator

I gotta get it out the mud, she ain't wanna see me up
I'm splitting bread, that's what the gang, yeah, I'm talking the big bucks
I'm trying to get a Bentley truck, just so I can slide in
The nigga said that he wear Gucci, man, you gonna die

I'm flying high, no skyscraper, that little bitch, she want my paper
Ticket to the grave, no ancient paper, that little bitch a landscaper
She want my soul, can't get that, come from a place where we stay strapped
So, bitch, you better back back, we stay reposed and we stay clapping

If that nigga want some smoke, we gon' pop out where he stay
Grab the trampolino trace, get that chicken on delay
Put that money on your head, cause the war come with pay
And if you think I'm bluffing, nigga, you might not see the next day

Keep it pushin' in the coat, if you don't want the smoke
Bro, grab the mob stick and nah, he ain't playing jokes
We gotta get it out the mud, cause we came from the dirt
Your son was talking all that shit, so we hit him where it hurt

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