No Savage - Smoke lyrics

[Intro] Turn me up Juu Damn No way Hozay! Wopo Mob [?] Dang Hey, hey Juu, what the fu*k moe? How the fu*k you turn me up like that man? For real Yeah [Verse] Uh I tried tell him a time and they didn’t believe the sh*t, 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 fu*k all the opps they be lying and sh*t You even goofy for buying the sh*t And these ni**as goofy for selling the sh*t Heard a younging got jammed and he telling and sh*t Want to be where I’m at ni**as jealous as sh*t You can do what you want ni**a 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 baitng ‘em in fu*k every b*tch I ain’t wait in a minute I heard the sh*t that he said out his mouth I put this Glock in his grill like a dentist Bad ass 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 fu*king with sixty Coming so much ni**as 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 fu*king adrenaline Ran up a check and I do what I suppose to I put a ten on his ass and they smoked you sh*t was a show I’m the ni**a who hosted it ni**a got caught with his co-d and folded Call me a killer you know I ain’t bogus Blow up his car I’ma knock off the rotors Got on his lawn and them young ni**as mowed it fu*k her for hours but put on a Trojan Why ni**as acting like somebody loaned em He only gave me that sh*t cuz he owed 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 ass b*tch I just told her eat brodie Put on a mask while you whipping that potion This what I do I’ma whip til it’s smoking Say that it’s smoke why the fu*k is you choking ni**a got hit why the fu*k was he loafing Sending me death threats ni**a 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!