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Smoke

by Baby Swerve

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Headshot on a nigga I want to see His body hit the floor Don't mention me bitch you gone die Bitch you don't want no smoke I'm shooting threw the crowd not talking Dance I'm trying to hit them folks He saw me outside he kept it pushing He aunt want no smoke Shout out to shh cause that Lil ho Is a throat goat And if you banked with chase And want some bread shorty just Let me know Everyday can't leave the crib without it Yall know how it go Lil swerve aunt got to flash that cash Just know I got this dog roll He don't want no smoke Nigga he don't want no smoke Nigga trying to sell shit without A pole bitch you getting poked Nigga tried to run off on Lil swerve I had to let it blow Nigga tried to run off on Lil swerve Them hollow hit his dome You stupid bitch you aunt make it home Bitch we in the Raq we write our name On the Styrofoam I got good dick swear this ho she Cannot leave me lone Shout out to La not OTF I'm saying La tone Okay let's get it swerve you locked in I swear to God bitch I be high off dope This shit my medicine Right now I'm alone usually I ride deep With many man We caught that rapping nigga Up on tour so we shot up his van Headshot his ass gone for real Come pick up your mans If you don't have no knots inside Your pockets bitch pick up Your pants Bitch I want some top no pussy Bitch pick up your pants Riding around the A serving The packs just like the mail man If he big as fuck fuck the Glock Get hit with shells man Look me in my eyes bitch I'm numb Can't you tell man If they snatch me up I don't know shit Bitch I won't tell man Got my money stacked for a rainy day I'm talking about bail man Say bitch you know I'm clutching I aunt into pills but my twin his ass bussing And I aunt trying to talk about shit Aunt no discission leave that nigga On the ground police come Yeah they rushing Ou shit they coming through the back I can't get my hands dirty Call my vouchers get him wacked But if he piss me off for real Gone pull up put one in his cap Nigga lying in his songs Everything he say straight cap But it is fun and games Until you get that call your homie Packed wrap that nigga up In a Dutch his dead ass patched Wrap that nigga up not talking Dutch I'm talking coffin he was tweaking Off the meds that nigga ran but got exhausted Foe Nem caught up to him Screaming crying but it was too late Chopper automatic plus I got drums On my baby Kay So what you trying to do nigga What you trying to say Set a nigga up he died for fashion Zip him up like Bape Jakes arrive to the scene Can't come through here its yellow tape Chalk him up that's what happens When your ass throw up the rakes Told this bitch leave me alone Don't talk to me I need my space His ass get no money he just Around his homies all day I don't know about yawl But too me the nigga Broke and gay I walk through this beat Cause I do this shit in real life If I up my Glock I let it blow Bitch I aunt thinking twice Nigga ran up on me with his homies Trying to fuckin fight Little did he know I had that heat And I aunt thinking twice I will put him on a shirt Make his ass a tattoo I'm a gazer baby but your crazy Doing voodoo Just like I'm a cop I see a nigga All I think is shoot Ok let's get it Swerve you locked in I swear to God Bitch I be high off dope This shit my medicine Right now I'm alone usually I ride deep with many man We caught that rapping nigga up on tour So we shot up his van Headshot his ass gone for real Come pick up your mans If you aunt got no knots inside Your pockets nigga pick up Your pants bitch I want Some top no pussy Bitch pick up your pants Riding around the A serving The packs just like the mail man If he big as fuck fuck the Glock Get hit with shells man Look me in my eyes Bitch I'm numb can't you tell man If they snatch me up I don't know Shit bitch I won't tell man Got my money stacked For a rainy day I'm talking about Bail man Say bitch you know I'm clutching I aunt into pills But my twin his ass bussing And I aunt trying to talk about shit Aunt no discussion Leave that nigga On the ground police coming Yeah they rushing

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