SMOKE (feat. BG huncho)

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