a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

trippie redd - smoke a wood lyrics

[intro]
hey guys
smoke a wood, in the woods, on some wood b+tch (eww)
i wish a n+gga would b+tch (that sh+t, eww)
c+ckeyed, nasty b+tch (ayy, ayy, ayy)

i let my chain sw+ng, and my gun bang
n+gga f+ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
n+gga f+ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
i keep a choppa on me, b+tch n+gga, uhh
ayy, bang on the gang
f+ck n+gga say?
f+ck n+gga get up out my mothaf+ckin’ way
bullet in the trenches with a mothaf+ckin’ k
we ain’t playin no mothaf+ckin’ games
you talkin sh+t but you cannot see
you talkin sh+t but you so p+ssy
you talkin sh+t but you ain’t got this physique
you talkin sh+t but you don’t mean sh+t to me, you can’t be history
like [?] pull up on a p+ssy block quick
where yo opps, sh+t? pull up with the choppa, pop sh+t
n+gga, drop sh+t, you can get f+ckin drop kicked
like a liu kang, or a mothaf+ckin’ bruce wayne
johnny cage, johnny cage, i just got my t++th from johnny dang
my life is a movie got it made
f+ck that, my life over yours anyway
i let my chain sw+ng (chain sw+ng) , and my gun bang (gun bang)
n+gga f+ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
n+gga f+ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
i wish a, i wish a b+tch n+gga would

[verse: 8oo ca$h]
slatt
in the past (in the past), see your misery
gold (gold) on my neck likе i’m mr. t (gold)
[?] these diamond be k!llin’ mе
these n+ggas funny they tickle me
pull out that k then remember me
survive in the jungle, cause i’m a beast
i stay talkin, not them, cause they got deceased
f+ck n+gga what you mean?
gang just pulled up with a beam
play like its 2015
had to walk around with that heat
i pull up on shawty, she gushin, beg me to cuff her, but shawty my buddy
i know she ain’t loyal, that b+tch is a runner, i heard she was f+ckin’ my cousin
f+ck n+ggas talk we up them
these f+ck n+ggas ain’t on nothin
cash in this b+tch stay rushin’
play with the gang, then f+ck em’
knew i dropped him when i heard his ass say uhh (doo doo, doo)
chillin in the trenches, mini draco, that’s that baby wood
this sh+t wood, smoke you like a wood, we gon’ blow your back
b+tch i’m good, i be in the hood, and that’s really facts
i’m a jit, get that understood, go broke i’m selling crack
in the trenches junkies walkin’ round, this sh+t look like iraq
anti f+ck n+gga, i can’t talk to you
stand up in the trench so they gon’ walk on you
foenem’ playin brazy, must be off the boof
outline his ass with my .22
i let my chain sw+ng, and my gun bang
n+gga f+ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
n+gga f+ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
i keep a choppa on me, b+tch n+gga, uhh
ayy, bang on the gang
f+ck n+gga say?
f+ck n+gga get up out my mothaf+ckin’ way
bullet in the trenches with a mothaf+ckin’ k
we ain’t playin no mothaf+ckin’ games

- trippie redd lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS