Det Smoke Lyrics – YRS Zay

Det Smoke Lyrics by YRS Zay

(verse 1)
Say look stop fakin
I’m da one det cracced yo potna wit my hand
Blue tips up inat drac

But gang missed so spin again
And ian sparing n#gg#s nomo
So if you play you betta win
Like 2k he shot a 3

But den he bricced
Dets an attempt
I’m on da 1way
Wit dem steppas

Call up xi and he gon zip ya
They got 2k we run up in they house
And we go get em
Like loose change they found em

Onat ground cause dude killed em
I’m like who fake
Cause he ain’t talm bout me they kno i’m realer
Say look im big caine yk my name and i bring pain n#gg#

They bring up dеt old me im not same n#gg#
Still posted in da front onat wеst wit dem same n#gg#s
Punched dude in da face doctor told em take dem pain killas
Cause i bring det pain n#gg#

Yea peep det
And you n#gg#s outta range n#gg#
Live in different cities but onat gram
Hollin gang killed em

Claimin n#gg#s bodies getchu clapped
Come feel det flame n#gg#(2x)
And ian leavin no witness
We see da n#gg# we gon chase sumn

Heard det spd’s gon get em
They betta catch em foe i face sumn
Standin ova em like i’m trigga
Mask down ain’t got no face on

And ian takin no pictures
I came to fight
And dets on p nem
I got like 50 shots

Feds gettin in da way but we gon get em
We gon hit they blocc
Seen em at circle k
I hopped out but he was wit his child

Don’t run from my shoulders gon get popped
We gon pop his top
He told .. get out da way befoe he shoot
Now he they dead opp

Heard they lookin fa me
Ian hidin i’m right around da blocc
When me and gang post up in da briccs
Make ya call da cops

We set up a plan and we gon blitz em
They gon need a mop
He act like a fan come get a picture
Or is you opp

(verse 2 big4)
23 shots left in tha glock
Im tryna dunk on sum for zaylyn
This that smoke come and get it

That’s for all genders and ages
Drop my nuts i ain’t never needed no n#gg# to save me
I be coolin i ain’t no killer til’ a n#gg# try to play me
They ain’t long but i drop my dreads and i go tuck tha k’s

6’1, 2-22, n#gg#s ain’t tryna catch a fade. im on tha field
And on tha field for real i got it made
I control tha whip let down tha window
Hand tha stick to zay on gang
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YRS Zay Lyrics – Det Smoke

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Det Smoke