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He want smoke, so we gon' bring it to his front door
We want more, just called your bitch and she gon' bring it
We all good, we all good
We all good, we all good
Yeah

He don't want smoke
So I'm gon' grab the chopper, put a hoe Straight up in the pussy, niggas throat
Niggas say he bout it, but we laughin' at these niggas
Cause these niggas some jokes
Pull up and let it blow
Pull up and let it blow
Yeah, yeah
See I'm really bout that action Pussy boy, I'm clappin' ratchets
He want smoke, then he can have it Pull up, beef, we double backin
And my niggas, they be clappin' All you niggas, y'all be cappin
Y'all be actin' and y'all rap, that ain't what y'all really doin
And my niggas, they be shootin' Some of them niggas, they piruin'
And you niggas, they ain't bout it money talk, I speak it fluent
I hop up in the wraith, or I hop up in the Uber I'ma hop up in the Uber, hundred rounds
Bitch, I'ma shooter them Niggas say they doin
But these niggas, they some pussy All my niggas bout it
Mane my niggas ain't no rookies I'ma pull up with the chopper
Shootin' at a nigga head Hundred rounds in the chopper
I'll Leave a nigga dead Pussy boy, nah, I ain't scared
Out my motherf*ckin' mind Nigga do that talkin
And that dissin' then he dyin
Leave that nigga mama cryin' Bitch, you think that I'm lyin
I'ma high
Bitch, I'm high up in the sky
I can't f*ck with pussy niggas Cause most of these niggas hoes Bitch, I finna get that chopper
Finna bring me another load Niggas doin' all that dissin
On instagram that's for sure I'ma pull up to that chop
Let that motherf*cker blow And these niggas say they bout it
Man, they ain't lyin' Man, they ain't lyin
I'ma pull up and they dyin they dyin
Me and my niggas finna make it Finna make it to the top
When we make it, ain't no drop When we make it, we won't stop
Finna f*ck up on the thot Finna shoot up a nigga block
Mane these pussy niggas opps Put a hole up in his top
Watch the pussy nigga drop Watch the pussy nigga drop
Watch the pussy nigga drop Cause I finna go and get it
Runnin' fast to the bag Bitch, I'm tryna get the cash
And you broke up on your ass Niggas say they bout it
I look at them and I laugh
Finna hop up inna Wraith
Finna do the f*ckin' dash
Zoom

He want smoke
So we gon' bring it to his front door
We want more Just call your bitch up, she gon' bring it
We all good We all good
We all good We all good
Yeah

I'm in the stars Landin' on Jupiter
I don't even know who you are
Newest whip, no, I don't argue about cars
Flyest chick, nah, I don't argue about whores
Come again, it's gettin' ridiculous
I had to buy a bag to put my racks in
Stackin' this money a must
Only paper chasin' around us
I stay chasin' this paper New Glock, brand new with a laser
Aim that bitch at every single hater
At every single hater
Hell yeah, Lil' KP a player Nigga doin' all that talkin', bitch, I hate ya
Brand new Glock, I'ma spray ya Yeah, bitch, I'ma spray ya
Wokeisha been keepin' me company
I make more money than you and my underlings
Yeah, I know niggas that'll spray when it comes to me
Steppin' on bodies, my thoughts be consolin' me
Schizophrenic, I don't know how to act Predictably, I do not care much at all
Pop on these pills till I fall Sip on this lean till I
K.P. ain't f*ckin' around K.P. start sprayin' ya down
New 4-5, nigga, but it's silent Is it not makin' a sound
You niggas some pussies, you niggas some clowns And my boys gon' gun ya down
All my niggas bout that action We came straight up out the H-Town, for real
All my niggas, they be toting that steel Do that dissin' then my boys gettin' ya killed
My niggas bout it, man, them niggas for real In the field, we Be toting that steel
We be totin' that steel Nigga want smoke, then that pussy get Killed
I call on that bitch and her pussy get drilled This shit, I be spittin' this shit, so for real

He want smoke, so we gon' bring it to his front door
We want more, just called your bitch and she gon' bring it
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He want smoke, so we gon' bring it to his front door
We want more, just called your bitch and she gon' bring it
We all good, we all good
We all good, we all good
Yeah

He don't want smoke
So I'm gon' grab the chopper, put a hoe Straight up in the pussy, niggas throat
Niggas say he bout it, but we laughin' at these niggas
Cause these niggas some jokes
Pull up and let it blow
Pull up and let it blow
Yeah, yeah
See I'm really bout that action Pussy boy, I'm clappin' ratchets
He want smoke, then he can have it Pull up, beef, we double backin
And my niggas, they be clappin' All you niggas, y'all be cappin
Y'all be actin' and y'all rap, that ain't what y'all really doin
And my niggas, they be shootin' Some of them niggas, they piruin'
And you niggas, they ain't bout it money talk, I speak it fluent
I hop up in the wraith, or I hop up in the Uber I'ma hop up in the Uber, hundred rounds
Bitch, I'ma shooter them Niggas say they doin
But these niggas, they some pussy All my niggas bout it
Mane my niggas ain't no rookies I'ma pull up with the chopper
Shootin' at a nigga head Hundred rounds in the chopper
I'll Leave a nigga dead Pussy boy, nah, I ain't scared
Out my motherf*ckin' mind Nigga do that talkin
And that dissin' then he dyin
Leave that nigga mama cryin' Bitch, you think that I'm lyin
I'ma high
Bitch, I'm high up in the sky
I can't f*ck with pussy niggas Cause most of these niggas hoes Bitch, I finna get that chopper
Finna bring me another load Niggas doin' all that dissin
On instagram that's for sure I'ma pull up to that chop
Let that motherf*cker blow And these niggas say they bout it
Man, they ain't lyin' Man, they ain't lyin
I'ma pull up and they dyin they dyin
Me and my niggas finna make it Finna make it to the top
When we make it, ain't no drop When we make it, we won't stop
Finna f*ck up on the thot Finna shoot up a nigga block
Mane these pussy niggas opps Put a hole up in his top
Watch the pussy nigga drop Watch the pussy nigga drop
Watch the pussy nigga drop Cause I finna go and get it
Runnin' fast to the bag Bitch, I'm tryna get the cash
And you broke up on your ass Niggas say they bout it
I look at them and I laugh
Finna hop up inna Wraith
Finna do the f*ckin' dash
Zoom

He want smoke
So we gon' bring it to his front door
We want more Just call your bitch up, she gon' bring it
We all good We all good
We all good We all good
Yeah

I'm in the stars Landin' on Jupiter
I don't even know who you are
Newest whip, no, I don't argue about cars
Flyest chick, nah, I don't argue about whores
Come again, it's gettin' ridiculous
I had to buy a bag to put my racks in
Stackin' this money a must
Only paper chasin' around us
I stay chasin' this paper New Glock, brand new with a laser
Aim that bitch at every single hater
At every single hater
Hell yeah, Lil' KP a player Nigga doin' all that talkin', bitch, I hate ya
Brand new Glock, I'ma spray ya Yeah, bitch, I'ma spray ya
Wokeisha been keepin' me company
I make more money than you and my underlings
Yeah, I know niggas that'll spray when it comes to me
Steppin' on bodies, my thoughts be consolin' me
Schizophrenic, I don't know how to act Predictably, I do not care much at all
Pop on these pills till I fall Sip on this lean till I
K.P. ain't f*ckin' around K.P. start sprayin' ya down
New 4-5, nigga, but it's silent Is it not makin' a sound
You niggas some pussies, you niggas some clowns And my boys gon' gun ya down
All my niggas bout that action We came straight up out the H-Town, for real
All my niggas, they be toting that steel Do that dissin' then my boys gettin' ya killed
My niggas bout it, man, them niggas for real In the field, we Be toting that steel
We be totin' that steel Nigga want smoke, then that pussy get Killed
I call on that bitch and her pussy get drilled This shit, I be spittin' this shit, so for real

He want smoke, so we gon' bring it to his front door
We want more, just called your bitch and she gon' bring it
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Writer: Darrell Fairrow, Fred Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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