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dcg brothers - smoke detector lyrics

[intro: dcg shun]
yeah
ha, n+gga, the smoke detector goin’ off
all you n+ggas gettin’ smoked, is you—
ha, how the f+ck (go)

[verse 1: dcg shun]
i′m your wingman (i’m him), not your lean man (not your lean man)
when we bounce out and get to blowin’, we make sh+t sing and dance (yeah, yeah)
just bought me a 50 cal’, when i catch you, i’m tryna spring my hand (n+gga)
all you n+ggas died, my mama told me to leave it in jesus’ hands (alright, bro)
i done got rich, the opp’s dead, i guess it’s jesus’ plan
you say i’m a hater, but turn around and still gon’ need my hand (hand, hand)
i just spent fifty, finna make fifty soon as i leave the ms
n+ggas can’t dress, they’ll fall out and fight to leave my grail (for real)
i used to walk, now i get in the rolls truck to run my ms (for real)
i remember my ps, you the cheap n+gga who only come buy sevens (your cheap+ass)
i can’t sell it ‘less i smell it and feel the texture
i’m known for turnin’ one dollar pops to a thousand+dollar beverage
you can’t stop wars in chicago ’cause all these n+ggas special (know that)
n+ggas dumb as f+ck, they wouldn’t get it if they asked you to tell ’em (what?)
i wish they would’ve taught us in school how to ship a melon (how)
i would’ve been up, i would’ve been high, these n+ggas jealous (i would’ve been)
i’m really a k!ller and, boy, you not, it take three sides to tell you
i’m really a vulture, won’t even take lil’ bro, 49s’ll k!ll you (uh+uh)
ayy, spin to the funeral, go in that b+tch, let me know what you hear and they tell you (tell)
soon as i got me some money, lil’ bro start spinnin’, n+gga ain’t raised no failure (no)
[chorus: dcg shun & dcg bsavv]
that n+gga a b+tch, i’ll tell you (yeah), uh, them n+ggas ain’t rich, i’ll tell you, uh (yeah, yeah)
he might got a gun, he might got a glock, you don’t got a switch, i’ll tell you, huh (yeah, yeah)
that ho ain’t sh+t, i’ll tell you (yeah), i’ll take your kit, i’ll tell you (uh+huh)
if you got a watch, put your sh+t up, i’ll take your wrist, i’ll tell you (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: dcg bsavv]
uh, these hoes ain’t sh+t, you tellin’, uh, i got in the whip and bailed it, uh
a n+gga got clout while i hold my son, but we watchin’ cocomelon
lil’ bro can’t get in this ride, he underage, his ass a coco felon
you let n+ggas ’round the gang, whenever we talk, his ass just might go tell it
we popped a n+gga a week ago with this pipe, this week i might go sell it (i am)
them boys be talkin’ ’bout smoke, they ass got lungs, they just don’t like it h+lla
wherever i’m at, i’m goin’ to get this chicken, i’m bringin’ my mac+11
we stand on sh+t, you n+ggas peasants (uh+huh), you say it up, then b+tch, address it (yeah, go)
uh, you put that ass on me, i’m grown, boo, i just gotta catch it
come around, think you gang, your ass gettin’ hanged and that’s how we take off next one
them n+ggas be thinkin’ they hard ’cause they like yellin’ and sh+t like regal reddens (p+ssy)
they pull me over, i’m drivin’ red, turn, n+gga, i’m doin’ the hit out of tens
i’m ridin’ this b+tch, i can’t go fast, b+tch call his ass, he ain’t gon’ answer (d+mn)
this big b+tch hit his top and leave a n+gga bald like that sh+t you call cancer
if sway don’t dance, you don’t got answers, if they done did, who else gon’ handle?
this j+check, man, my sh+t be dancin’, them boys gon’ pay for all them hammers
got this draco from my ese, when he talk, his ass be speakin’ spanish
like my ‘migo, made his ass go vanish, i clocked a n+gga, i ain’t know him
some n+ggas don′t know they lost, but with this tool, i’m a real deal hammer
you say you be workin’ at fabble, but i just seen them n+ggas blam your camera
lil’ bro ‘nem really go dip, sat around this b+tch, all he need is bandannas
you told on one of your mans, you need you a cameraman, go start your channel
this tendmon hit hard and knock sh+t down, i think it’s worse than the downs
i already got my 50, i’m in new york tryna grab some more powder
[chorus: dcg shun]
that n+gga a b+tch, i’ll tell you (yeah, yeah), uh, them n+ggas ain’t rich, i’ll tell you, uh (yeah, yeah)
he might got a gun, he might got a glock, you don’t got a switch, i’ll tell you, huh (yeah)
that ho ain’t sh+t, i’ll tell you (yeah), i’ll take your kit, i’ll tell you (yeah)
if you got a watch, put your sh+t up, i’ll take your wrist, i’ll tell you (yeah, yeah)
that n+gga a b+tch, i’ll tell you (yeah, yeah), uh, them n+ggas ain’t rich, i’ll tell you, uh (yeah)
he might got a gun, he might got a glock, you don’t got a switch, i’ll tell you, huh (yeah, yeah)
that ho ain’t sh+t, i’ll tell you (yeah), i’ll take your kit, i’ll tell you (yeah)
uh, if you got a watch, put your sh+t up, i’ll take your wrist, i’ll tell you (yeah)

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