Smoke ft. Pitty McGhetto Lyrics

Niggas say they want the smoke

We pull up bet this bitch gone blow

Eye for eye we whipe his nose

We won't forget we keeping score

Catch em lacking on the road

Them big ol' guns I love to toat

Get em' gone I make em float

JB yeah he do the most

JB what you shooting for

When we walk down get on the floor

Bitch we come thru kicking doors

He tried me left him up in smoke

We sliding and we spin again

Shoot at you and all your friends

After life you gone begin

This is how your story ends

Say his name we wrap him up

All these racks I stack em up

Don't fuck with NNB bitch we the team yeah we gon pack him up

Big dog that's my status huh

You don't want no static bruh

This Draco let em have it

We gon blast it

Bet it light you up

Get this little hoe started

Blue Ferrari, yeah she like it rough

Playboy just like Carti

Bitch I'm gnarly I can't wife you up

Wrist is stuck on stupid bruh

Miss me with that stupid hoe

Hit you with the 2x4

This big ass stick a animal

Niggas say they want the smoke

We pull up bet this bitch gone blow

Eye for eye we whipe his nose

We won't forget we keeping score

Catch em lacking on the road

Them big ol' guns I love to toat

Get em' gone I make em float

JB yeah he do the most

JB what you shooting for

When we walk down get on the floor

Bitch we come thru kicking doors

He tried me left him up in smoke

We sliding and we spin again

Shoot at you and all your friends

After life you gone begin

This is how your story ends

Popping all them gums again

Gon make us pop these guns again

Put em in a Russian, light em up and now he in then wind

Sippin Wokhart like its gin

Take yo hoe with just a grin

Real P hoe like I'm Pimpin Ken

She aint bring a bag don't let her in

Touch JB you dumb as fuck

223's a touch em up

Play pussy we gon wet you up

Take his wife she's just a slut

NNB you know the drill

Pitt and JB its a kill

Fuck yo bitch she loves the thrill

Ballin with no record deal

Niggas say they want the smoke

We pull up bet this bitch gone blow

Eye for eye we whipe his nose

We won't forget we keeping score

Catch em lacking on the road

Them big ol' guns I love to toat

Get em' gone I make em float

JB yeah he do the most

JB what you shooting for

When we walk down get on the floor

Bitch we come thru kicking doors

He tried me left him up in smoke

We sliding and we spin again

Shoot at you and all your friends

After life you gone begin

This is how your story ends