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omega sin & k-fix - no smoke lyrics

[hook: omega sin]
you don’t want no smoke
i be getting bread by the loaf
cross me imma turn you to a ghost
you don’t want no smoke
i could tie your feet up with a rope
on a river i could throw you off the boat
you don’t want no smoke
lay yo ass down with the toads
i don’t f+ck around anymore
you don’t want no smoke
send a hundred rounds at your door
you could get found on the floor
everywhere i go
keep the loaded rounds in the chrome
case i gotta put one in your dome
you don’t want no smoke
playing with my money is a no+go
ain’t no thing for me to dig a hole
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
[verse 1: omega sin]
yeah, running up and i hit it and get to slicing likе a haitian
fed up i don’t wanna listen try to take my convеrsation
when i’m hiding the body better be careful ’cause i’m on probation
ride around with a shotty ready to pop it out my blazer
got me an automatic and on the top i got a lazer
k!ller be ready to drop you said that he’d mop before a favor
when i be squeezing the chopper hear my shots with the potato
always be stacking the bricks up to the ceiling like it’s legos
rippin’ em all a new one see your head and let the prey go
gotta make sure your dead and double tap you in the face ho
rented my man a new shoe ah i think i better lay low
the devil with the double barrel ’bout to lace you with a halo
all of my prostitutes suck a d+ck do what i say so
all these naked b+tches cutting coke up on the table
got ’em shreddin’ equal stuffing dope into the naval
pocket full of bam but i’m so watchable like cable
chopping the wannabe rappers into pieces in my bas+m+nt
wrapped the cadaver up i leave him frozen in the pavement
flipping the weapon draco get to smoking like a base head
even the sat+rday eight o’clock they hit you with the facelift
slave b+tch, kickin’ yo ass up harder let the cage spit
rippin’ up all your muscles like you’re flexing on a weight lift
baller with a rock, i got the power to make the rim break
vlad the impaler hoist your head up on top a pig stake
try to touch her boy i’ll make you k!ll yourself like pen state
been great, k!ller behind the guard like a inmate
their hair fake, throwing up the flag like a referee
ya dun bloodclart with the shots who wan’ test me?
blood squirt nice over ice wayne gretzky
your b+tch out here lifting up my b+lls like an sp
shooter get to aiming blow your brains on your guiseppes
leave you lying dead under a pile of intestines
[hook: omega sin]
you don’t want no smoke
i be getting bread by the loaf
cross me imma turn you to a ghost
you don’t want no smoke
i could tie your feet up with a rope
on a river i could throw you off the boat
you don’t want no smoke
lay yo ass down with the toads
i don’t f+ck around anymore
you don’t want no smoke
send a hundred rounds at your door
you could get found on the floor
everywhere i go
keep the loaded rounds in the chrome
case i gotta put one in your dome
you don’t want no smoke
playing with my money is a no+go
ain’t no thing for me to dig a hole
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
[verse 2: k+fix]
give me the glock
ready to f+ck up the ops
trigger them they’re gonna pop
gun on my breach
poppers are breakin’ and droppin’ you finna be hit with the shots
run it up like imma make it a night and he better believe it i’m breakin’ her back imma get it my n+gga for sure where the rest of the crew man he’s gettin’ away imma stop
made her come up on the block imma wet her then emily making me ice cold
might go dumb on a n+gga but tiffany better go dye his clothes
psycho + blood imma spill like a woman that been on her cycle
rifle + hunnid a drum
give me the stick like a maestro
nitro + gas on the truck and i’m running to mess up the hydro
i am so hot with the smoke and you see me did that my eyes closed
back in the day man i rolled up the bud and i feel it but that will be different they’re tellin’ me quit and i’m thinkin’ i’m really gon’ reel it but they wanna sh+t on my life though
really gon’ f+ck up n0body the people surrounding be saying that they too would never do making a faded b+tch on and his judges they heat up cause i got nice flows
f+ck it i raided my n+ggas so when you run up and they come up they get with the strap
knockin’ it off with them now
n0body gon’ make it a way to survive ho
you better get ready for whatever we’re gonna have it a mac and a bag and them thangs
syllable k!ller my n+gga don’t get in the way imma clip on the back of the thang
level the veteran better than most of my enemies and i boo ’em and i sw+ng and i black out the chopper then when i do something n0body gon’ get me i stay in my lane and my n+gga we handle the crew and the levels and whether they’re quicker than n+gga or quicker than mentally willing to spit at whatever they never can spit at this thang
hotter we just choppin’ em up but it’s hard b+tter up love flippin’ and get a match it’ll still get this together we rippin’ this sh+t what a h+ll of a scale and we and we k!llin’ the game
try to come up with a chain
give me the mic and i’m having them feeling the 4g
of course we k!llin’ to beat i’m a beast and i f+ck with the frame
bet imma sh+t on em k!llin’ the punches like what’s under four feet
should i go roast these?
n+ggas don’t want it when i’m on the cannabis syndicate train
come on to f+ck up the game
n+ggas come f+ck with the game
chop and i’m bustin’ your brain
ready get up with the thang
would you be thinkin’ they’re livin’ their life like this?
they just all run up on enemies still i remain
gotta be ready to bang
they be so riddled, we k!llers, if we go too slow come and take a real life right quick

[verse 3: twisted insane]
wait up for you in the middle of the parking lot with my doots up
n+ggas get to woofin’ tell em meet up with the b+tch then get bruised up
i be at a con’ smokin’ out the bong vietnam get you juiced up
tell em we can put the work in but your whole turf’s like “who’s blood?”
now everybody hear the new dud
you take game from a loser
poppin’ up at every show “what’s up bro why do gut n+ggas?”
i be like “it’s on now”
people be like “calm down”
“they with such and such” (huh?)
but i be like “f+ck n+ggas!”
i’m one deep with a gun deep like kobe
now we shakin’ hands
but n+ggas really don’t know me
i’m so deep with the g+ngb+ng
on the west coast on the front yard with the white bench on the front porch ten deep drinking fours
and then i be up in the south
nexus + slide off on the sideway off the highway in texas
pull up on em make a scene with that grin like “it’s on now”
n+ggas was just trippin’
they must all got a deathwish (motherf+cker)
i’m with the smoke
smithereen not in your dreams
put a brain up on the window then wipe the sh+t like mr. clean
sizzling + resevoir dogs i will be the mr. green (n+gga)
missed me get the listerine
i’m one of the hardest n+ggas ever birthed, ever worked
in a diss with you gon’ get up in and have to shovel dirt
maybe i was too fast because for sure i’m not no stutterer (d+d+d+d)
but i’m really ’bout to leave you in these gutter works
then you gon’ have to give it up
before i had to get to bustin’ while your b+tch is fussing yelling “giddy up”
then why you never coming to my city bruh?
unless you be surrounded by security that sh+t you speak just give it up (just give it up)
there really ain’t no trivia
so just be ready when i come for yo throat
n+gga you’s a joke
i heard that sh+t you said but on blood on the heads up you don’t want no smoke

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