Turn me up Juu
Damn
No way Hozay!
Wopo
Mob
Dang
Hey, hey Juu, what the f#ck moe?
How the f#ck you turn me up like that man?
For real
Yeah
Uh
I tried tell him a time and they didn’t believe the shit, yeah, Wop
I spend a whole lotta racks like I don’t even need the sh#t, uh, yeah
I’m trying to pay for a drop, soon as I get it it’s lit, uh uh
Shooting the Glock 23, I fell in love with the way that b#tch hit, uh
Mob ties I got a lot of this sh#t, uh
I don’t be hiding and sh#t
Got to be tight when I go on a show
Somebody might got to die in this b#tch
Perc and the drank got me high as a b#tch
Watching my steps and I’m fly as a b#tch
f#ck all the opps they be lying and sh#t
You even goofy for buying the sh#t
And these n#gg#s goofy for selling the sh#t
Heard a younging got jammed and he telling and sh#t
Want to be where I’m at n#gg#s jealous as sh#t
You can do what you want n#gg# get off dick
And wherever I go be equipped with a stick
I ain’t chasing no b#tch I’ma get me a vic
Heard it’s smoke in the air I’ma get me a hit
If he took one before he’ll take one again
See the 5 on this b#tch when you check out the gen
Hear the screech on the street when we slide on his men
Throw him a b#tch but I’m banging ‘em in
f#ck every b#tch I ain’t waiting a minute
I heard the sh#t that he said out his mouth
I put this Glock in his grille like a dentist
Bad #ss younging like Dennis the Menace
Too many b#tches and too many glizzies
Hit off this peezy and drop off sixty
Spin off a bar I’ma go off a sixty
I’m on the K and I’m f#cking with sixty
Coming so much n#gg#s calling me quitting
Know that they did it but never admit it
Back in the ninth I was shooting millennials
Never a time that I stopped I was sending them
Bro in the fed cuz of his f#cking adrenaline
Ran up a check and I do what I suppose to
I put a ten on his #ss and they smoked you
sh#t was a show I’m the n#gg# who hosted it
n#gg# got caught with his and folded
Call me a killer you know I ain’t
Blow up his car I’ma knock off the rotors
Got on his lawn and them young n#gg#s mowed it
f#ck her for hours but put on a Trojan
Whack n#gg#s acting like somebody
He only gave me that sh#t cuz he owe me
Better be toting your gun you approach me
Loving that switch and it steady be rolling
Foot to the pedal I caught him he floated
Sweet #ss b#tch I just told her eat brodie
Put on that mask while you whipping that potion
This what I do I’ma whip
Say that it’s smoke why the f#ck is you choking
n#gg# got hit why the f#ck was he loafing
Sending me death threats n#gg# you joking
I’ma come shoot up your block like you told me
I hit the pack ‘til this sh#t look soapy
Auntie come in cuz she smell this sh#t potent
Bottles of water we serve out the ocean
Ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floating
Uh uh, u- uh ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floating
I don’t think they caught that sh#t man
Ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floating
Haha, Wopo
Mob!
Yeah!
b#tch!
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No Savage Lyrics – Smoke