daboii – smoke lyrics
[hook]
i guess it’s up with n+ggas
i got n+ggas that don’t play about me, bet’ not touch a n+gga
how many n+ggas lying in they raps? i know a bunch of n+ggas
grab that “ahh!” or that “buh!” and get to bustin n+ggas
sob the gang, i ain’t f+ckin witcha
pull out that +shh, bet i’ll hush a n+gga
how the f+ck you round that gang? ain’t no muscle in it
heard them n+ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it
[verse 1]
first off, it’s sob, b+tch i don’t f+ck with n+ggas
known to keep that strap wherever i go, b+tch i don’t thump with n+ggas
all you lil n+ggas is my sons, but i’m big unc to n+ggas
vroom vroom, get to skunkin n+ggas
pull up on his block and take his strap and get to punkin n+ggas
no, i’m not no fan of n+ggas music, i don’t be bumping n+ggas
but if i see my opp up in the club then i’mma bump the n+gga
i can’t even tell you what we done to n+ggas
if you see me posted on that block, i got a hunnid close
i don’t give a f+ck if he yo brother, i don’t f+ck with bro
posted on the block til it get cold, i got a runny nose
say she gon do everything for me, but she ain’t for me though
you put yo trust up in that b+tch, yeah you a dummy bro
b+tch i don’t wanna have no fun with you, but you could f+ck me though
n+gga asked me if i f+cked this b+tch, nah we just buddies bro
classy b+tch but suck the uh+ like she a sl+tty hoe, n+gga
[hook]
i guess it’s up with n+ggas
i got n+ggas that don’t play about me, bet’ not touch a n+gga
how many n+ggas lying in they raps? i know a bunch of n+ggas
grab that “ahh!” or that “buh!” and get to bustin n+ggas
sob the gang, i ain’t f+ckin witcha
pull out that +shh, bet i’ll hush a n+gga
how the f+ck you round that gang? ain’t no muscle in it
heard them n+ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it
[verse 2]
tell em come and get it, or get yo ass got
he was supposed to be my brother until he folded, n+ggas laptops
b+tch i ain’t finna play with no n+gga, i don’t slap box
n+gga keep playing like sh+t a game, til his ass shot
i got that one shh+, drum bigger than some ass shots
yeah, he was the n+gga back then, then he crashed out
hold on, hold on, you can’t call me broke, b+tch i got cash now
i walked up in that club them hoes had tiddies and that ass out
too high, passed out
broke b+tch, cash out
dumb b+tch almost got her lil ass hit, i tried to bag out
before i let him pay me for a feature, check his background
b+tch keep talkin bout that she a stallion, yous a cash cow
i moved out of town for bout a year, but b+tch i’m back round
yeah i can get her wet until it make that cheesy mac sound
bro said he don’t wanna tote the glock, he sending mac rounds
and n+ggas always lying in the booth until them facts out, n+gga
[hook]
i guess it’s up with n+ggas
i got n+ggas that don’t play about me, bet’ not touch a n+gga
how many n+ggas lying in they raps? i know a bunch of n+ggas
grab that “ahh!” or that “buh!” and get to bustin n+ggas
sob the gang, i ain’t f+ckin witcha
pull out that +shh, bet i’ll hush a n+gga
how the f+ck you round that gang? ain’t no muscle in it
heard them n+ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it
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