808 Mafia - Don't Get Smoked lyrics

[Hook x2: SD] Boy don't get whacked, boy we stay strapped Yeah we love combat, we stay totting the gat' Yeah we love war, boy don't get Smoked I got my n***as out here, they totting to blow [Verse 1: SD] Boy don't get wet, you might be next And if you playing with my money you get stretched b**h we got vets, don't shoot at chest And if you running, best be ducking from the tech You lose your neck, no disrespect These b**hes on me, they can't fold me, I'mma wreck We thumbing through a check, these b**hes on my dick And if his man's got it we gon' rob him on the set I make your b**h regret, she f** me and the set This Glock a leave em stitched, b**h I ball like Dominic We shoot with no regrets, like Stojakovic I know that I'm the sh**, I can buy the mall with this [Hook] [Verse 2: Gino Marley] Boy don't get whacked, my n***as strapped We known for running through them racks and get it back Them pistols clap, and shells attack If you a target you get hit, then it's a wrap I smoke blunts in the back, counting racks Riding through the city with a pistol on my lap My n***as blow that sack, back to work and get it back b**h I ball like Money Mitch, for the sh** you could get whacked You quarterback, then you get sacked Take you down and you won't get a quarter back Play quarterback, then you get sacked Take you down and for that sh** you could get whacked Squad [Hook]