(Kid Hazel on the beat)
AK, double clip, one in the tip whenever I slide
He exposed his hand talkin’ to hoes, we killed two of his guys
I had a load of Reggie, but it was a drought, so n#gg#s gon’ buy it
You really feel like I’m p#ss#? I stay in the street, n#gg#, come on and try it
Remember them days we were strugglin’, hard times, my momma would cry
I got off my #ss, I hit me a lick for a hunnid, then wiped her eye
I’m Slaughter Gang, n#gg#, I slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon’ die
I’m a God fearin’ man but for my brother, I get on that stand and lie
Scrape the pot, wiggle that fork ’til it lock (Wiggle that fork ’til it lock)
Trappin’ with no pistol? Get the f#ck off of the block (Get the f#ck off of the block)
Sleepin’ with my MAK-90, I fell in love with the star (I fell in love with the star)
n#gg#, I cut my sister off, I catch her talkin’ to opps (I catch her talkin’ to the opps)
I’ll go do a whole elbow ‘fore I sit down with the cops (‘Fore I sit down with the cops)
My auntie ask for some money but she back to smokin’ on rocks (She back to smokin’ on rocks)
I don’t never have my hand, I don’t never raw dawg thots (I don’t never raw dawg thots)
They need the coroner, body bag, and a detective when I throw shots
Big smoke, big smoke
I’m givin’ out big smoke, big smoke
Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke
Ain’t no runnin’ from this big smoke, big smoke
Bullets rainin’ on ’em
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21 Savage Lyrics – Big Smoke