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Thirty more rounds in the clip. Put a hundred rounds in the whip, no cap. Niggas wanna talk, I'm Stroud. Pull up at your trap with the forty on My lap, get it done right then, pow, Pow. Got a couple migos that be shooting kilos Like free throws, that pack. Niggas on zero wanna play hero, tryna jack, Get whacked. Loose lips sink ships, know Blood and Crips took your deal, but they never came back. Get some cheese and catch you a rat. Better believe me, nigga, shit's all facts. Street nigga, never had a nine to five. We take a brick, break it down, we ain't Paying no tax. Bagging up pounds, we ain't carrying No sack. Running up a check, you ain't got No stacks. Lost my love, I seen my best Friend, black teeth covered in blood, now I don't Know how to act. Still in the mud, so I don't go to these clubs unless I'm pulling In the parking lot with that MAC. With some niggas that ain't never gon' vote. They off the boat with a nose full of Coke. Walk up in a pelle pelle coat. Ask you this and then a nigga let it Go like... smoke? Won't hide, certified down to Ride. won't smoke? Pull up on him, then I catch him by Surprise. You smoke? Ain't no smiling when I look him In his eyes. You won't had a chance, in advance is my Reply. You I don't spit fire, I sit tight. Then they get my shit right 'fore midnight. Tryna host you a house party. Specially invited guests, a Glock 40. Nothing move but you and the beam. Nothing left, no crime scene. No team when it's dirty. Can't let a co-defendant hurt me. Gotta watch how you use a nigga name. And watch how you do your little thing. Life in the game that money can buy. But rich niggas live and poor niggas die. We got fuck niggas on that bullshit. And I don't even really know why. No warning when I up the nine. Draco or the.45. You won't smoke? Won't hide, certified down to ride. You won't smoke? Pull up on him, then I Catch him by surprise. You Ain't no smiling when I look him in His eyes. You won't had a chance, in advance is my Reply. You won't let's get live like the wire Run. Then run flat like the tire done. Heat-seeking missile, fire one. With an accurate hit, expire son. Bless you up, it's going down. Fifty bark with a thunder sound. Kinda like Jesus came to town. Then shoot the place up, bitch, move around. Whoa, wake up the sleeper, then. Jeepers Creepers creep again. I heard fool had a foot in the grave. Let gravity pull you deeper in. Green lights when you know where to slide. Nowhere to run, can't even hide. Army guns meant for combat. That fire jumped out the tip of that... You won't smoke? hide, certified down to ride. You smoke? Pull up on him, then I catch Him by surprise. You Ain't no smiling when I look him in His eyes. You You had a chance, in advance is my Reply. You won't smoke? Won't hide, certified down to ride. You won't Pull up on him, then I catch Him by surprise. You won't Ain't no smiling when I look him In his eyes. You You had a chance, in advance is my Reply. You won't Smoke? Smoke
Young Buck, Smit-D, RBX, Hardattak — You Want Smoke No Intro
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