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bandgang javar - smoke lyrics

[intro: drego]
yeah, this bitch bang for sure
i ain’t gotta say too much
i’ll let this shit speak for itself
man

[verse 1: drego]
they like, “drego, where you been gettin’ money?”
i cock back this bitch, it’ll get ugly
they say all your bitches bad, but you’re ugly
i just flashed a sloppy roll, this shit ugly
come and get your bitch, get her off of me
instance you can roll the dice, better not one+two+three
i gotta check my pulse, see what this thot say
she probably hit my pants, “what’s in my pocket, bae?”
and she said you lie too fast, get back
yeah, i touch a lil’, bae, ain’t no getback
this bitch a fully, boy, you better get back
your bitch keep callin’ me, can’t get her off of me

[verse 2: bandgang javar]
you say it’s smoke, we pullin’ up like a fire truck (where it’s at?)
boy, you know who on telegram shot us three hundred up
should’ve seen his fat ass, he was scared as fuck (ham)
moved his mama off wickham, guess she in luck (bitch was lucky)
[?] tried to hold me on twitter, he was mad as hell (lame)
two can play that game, caught him at the shell
wavin’ the stick like harry potter when he do a spell
blow him like birthday candles, ain’t no show and tell
r.i.p spotty (r.i.p)
behind that, a nigga must’ve caught ten bodies
free stone, i’m sick he did that last job sloppy
i flipped a quarter point to bro like he the one shop (lame)
[verse 3: bandgang jizzle p & bandgang biggs]
slidin’ in that—
me and bro be on that one shit, ayy
can’t believe them niggas left that one shit
fuck it, turn around, double back, light up the whole whip
so many shots, left the streets smoky than a bitch
in and out there was tappin’ out, 1+800+speak+up (speak up)
niggas sick as fuck around this bitch that they can’t keep up
king von, that’s how i’m feelin’, all these niggas wanna be us
i feel like kobe in his prime, they better d up, nigga
niggas broke as hell like they need a reup
off+white sandals, chillin’ with my feet up
one call, them boys’d treat you like a free lunch
no [?] feet up (ayy, ayy), nigga (come on now)

[verse 4: bandgang biggs]
rose called me for this verse, you know i’m pullin’ up (come on now)
shit, rose need a nigga murked, you know i’m pullin’ up (yeah)
the raid vans just missed me at the trap, i got that good luck (i got that good luck)
you the type be tryna run and get your foot stuck (lame)
i’m the type be doggin’ bitches, do them bitches bold
fuckin’ cold, get ’em in they feelings then i send ’em home
put you on, run off with my pros, kill you in your home
that nigga must ain’t have nobody he should be here for
’cause play with me, them youngins put you on obituaries (yeah)
january 1st, your ass’d die by the time it’s february
never worried, even in the shootout, i be thinkin’ clearly
brodie know some shit that’s worth some m’s, but he’d never sell it, bandgang

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