tray plus - we want smoke lyrics
[intro: ynw melly]
haha, i pound sh-t
um, young n-gg- world
aye, young n-gg-s
hop out wit’ them k’s and we let it spray
aye
[chorus: ynw melly]
these p-ssy n-gg-s talking like they on it
is that smoke inside your swisher? ’cause i want it
i got k!llas with the pistol around the corner
don’t you play with us, ’cause baby boy we won’t tell
we tryna catch a n-gg- soul and replenish it
we tryna k!ll a p-ssy n-gg-, gonna in a bit
we ain’t f-cking with these n-gg-s like we celibate
choppa knock a p-ssy n-gg- out his element
[verse 1: jaydayoungan]
pour sh-t out, we on the block
my brother stay toting the glock
move wrong, somebody get shot
i grind hard for whatever i got
i’m on the road, i be after the guap
no i can’t stop until youngan on top
brand new foreign, copped it off the lot
b-tch n-gg-s hating, they want me to flop
bands in my pockets, i stay with them knots
i say i’m going, i’m never going to stop
free all my n-gg-s and f-ck all the cops
got h-lla pistols for all the opps
get the bag and then i go the other way
if i ain’t hustlin’, flipping packs, i’m prolly somewhere out of state
b-tch i’m a real n-gg-, you can see it in my face
no i ain’t got no time to waste
you on that fake sh-t, can’t relate
i spent them racks up in bape
sipping on lean, and i can’t feel my face
free chopper, he fighting a case
we was jus’ stackin’ and clutching them k’s
i pray to god they don’t play
i let my shooter wet him like a lake
we thuggin’ to this everyday
b-tch you can get it, just stay in your place
[chorus: ynw melly]
these p-ssy n-gg-s talking like they on it
is that smoke inside your swisher? ’cause i want it
i got k!llas with the pistol around the corner
don’t you play with us, ’cause baby boy we won’t tell
we tryna catch a n-gg- soul and replenish it
we tryna k!ll a p-ssy n-gg-, gonna in a bit
we ain’t f-cking with these n-gg-s like we celibate
choppa knock a p-ssy n-gg- out his element
[verse 2: ynw melly]
b, l, double o, d, g, a, n, g, i’m so true to this
youngan out here wildin’, wit’ the scr-ppy on that stupid sh-t
n-gg-s d-ck riding on the game, they on that groupie sh-t
catch a n-gg- slipping, hit his head with that extended clip
we got extensions (b-tch)
step in givenchy (huh)
he want it first, he want a price, we need to pitch in (huh)
shoot at your mom, b-tch (b-tch)
i don’t go to prom, b-tch, huh (b-tch)
don’t f-ck with a vault n-gg-, huh, we tryna start sh-t, huh
we tryna load up them choppers and call off them robber
and dump sh-t (yeah)
my n-gg-s really some hires
they say that they ready to pump sh-t (huh)
you can get slumped quick (b-tch)
i don’t want no swisher
i’m trying to smoke on a backwood with all of my young n-gg-s
[chorus: ynw melly]
these p-ssy n-gg-s talking like they on it
is that smoke inside your swisher? ’cause i want it
i got k!llas with the pistol around the corner
don’t you play with us, ’cause baby boy we won’t tell
we tryna catch a n-gg- soul and replenish it
we tryna k!ll a p-ssy n-gg-, gonna in a bit
we ain’t f-cking with these n-gg-s like we celibate
choppa knock a p-ssy n-gg- out his element
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