No Smoke

(Drum Dummie made the beat) Y'all don't wanna smoke with us Load up the glizzy with two extensions, drum with the 50 When I up it, it ain't no missing, shoot 'til it's empty Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it I'm on my road to them riches, I ain't stressin' these bitches Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin' I'm from Hitch village where niggas really clutchin' extensions And that's on crip, the beef ain't squashed 'til somebody be missin' Jumped off the porch 'cause I was broke, I got them bands now Light up a port, cock back my post and knock his mans down And all that Instagram thuggin' gon' get you ran down And we ain't playin' round, choppers get to sprayin' rounds And when it's up, I swear it's stuck, no ain't understandin' I dropped a bag with my advance that I got from Atlantic Jumped out sticks and Glocks with dicks and them niggas had banded The way that K stutter, you'll think it speakin' in Spanish Shots to the brain if he think about touchin' my chain Brand-new Draco sound rusty but when it shoot, it spit flames Glock 23, extended clip, call it LeBron James Heard Lil Tim, he OTM, when he shoot, it got aim Load up the glizzy with two extensions, drum with the 50 When I up it, it ain't no missing, shoot 'til it's empty Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it I'm on my road to them riches, I ain't stressin' these bitches Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin' I'm from Hitch village where niggas really clutchin' extensions And that's on crip, the beef ain't squashed 'til somebody be missin' They hated on that Life Before Fame, well this the life after Hit list got a book of names, nigga, don't make the next chapter Since you actin' like it's smoke with us, fuck it, we handin' out cancer He wish he never spoke on us, catch him at church and murk the pastor I'm having visions of killin', bodies 'bout to be missin' I'm dressin' up in black Dickies, you know Lil Leeky with me Feds say the shit is ridiculous, Lil Quando Rondo sickening Two hundreds holes in your car, the news say we over did it I drop a bag in the morning, tonight, you on a stretcher I'm ridin' 'round in a foreign grippin' on a shell catcher My youngin do it outta love, but I'ma still bless 'em And if he bring me back your head, shid, I'ma give 'em extra Load up the glizzy with two extensions, drum with the 50 When I up it, it ain't no missing, shoot 'til it's empty Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it I'm on my road to them riches, I ain't stressin' these bitches Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin' I'm from Hitch village where niggas really clutchin' extensions And that's on crip, the beef ain't squashed 'til somebody be missin'