Str8 Smoke (feat. Young Led & Smokeboy)

You say you want smoke Well oh shit it's finna get tragic Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon Get hit with a stick you gone think the kid know magic I scoop your bitch if she get fucked she off a zany Eighteen for the pack he sending gas imma scoop when it's landing And if it's smoke then just up the pole little nigga don't panic Glock twenty three call it lebron that bitch do damage Drum on the drac and when it hit that bitch speak Spanish We see an opp we up the pole little nigga don't panic My mouth on froze my neck on cold that shit outstanding We trap the work state to state until it's landing Seven six twos it hit ya ass you think you tanning We hit ya block with them glocks you think you mannish Get put on the news for thinking you nick get hit with that cannon You say you want smoke Well oh shit it's finna get tragic Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon You say you want smoke Well oh shit it's finna get tragic Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon Get hit with a stick you gone think the kid know magic I scoop your bitch if she get fucked she off a zany Eighteen for the pack he sending gas imma scoop when it's landing And if it's smoke then just up the pole little nigga don't panic We was up sun up to sun down flipping up packs We on our gang bang but all we do is stack Mama couldn't afford new J's so it was Air Force 1's Tell em gone front when you get pack doing no chore Had ever hustle hard Had to make your own way out Came from the struggle So I had to take my own way out Jugg out the mase yea Choppa blow your brains out Leaking like a puddle yea Should've closed your damn mouth Creeping in your house fucking on your spouse you ain't really bout it Young nigga came from the drix a young nigga in them houses yea Young nigga came from the boat yea wiping at your nose Serving out the pack at the citgo yea we give and go yea yea You say you want smoke Well oh shit it's finna get tragic Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon Get hit with a stick you gone think the kid know magic I scoop your bitch if she get fucked she off a zany Eighteen for the pack he sending gas imma scoop when it's landing And if it's smoke then just up the pole little nigga don't panic I'm that nigga they heard of Feed Family First that's murder I don't give a f*ck what your heard of I pull up with this burner They know I'm a savage And above average I got hands like Cassius And strapped with automatics No wrecking know I'm crashing Boy my paper stacking Hit the opp lacking I snatch his face for capping So what you wanna do little nigga You know I'm a cool little nigga But I'm hot like soup little nigga Don't get burnt like fool little nigga Go against me you crazy I'm war ready daily I got hitters in the field do a hit no payments Rolling over these little niggas like they was the pavement F*ck that talk I up that Glock and bitch you know I sprayed it You say you want smoke Well oh shit it's finna get tragic Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon Get hit with a stick you gone think the kid know magic I scoop your bitch if she get fucked she off a zany Eighteen for the pack he sending gas imma scoop when it's landing And if it's smoke then just up the pole little nigga don't panic