[Lyric] Smoke (Meraki Anoir)

What's the question
Bitch nigga finna' learn him a lesson
When I come through I'm through stressing
You bitch niggas finna' go straight to heaven
I just might kill ten maybe seven
Funerals back to back gone need me a reverend
I want all of yawl necks no settling
Finna' shoot everybody give a fuck bout the setting bitch
Ain't no room for forgiveness
I wanna see dead bodies in the kitchen
I ain't leaving til none of yawl niggas living
Got the nigga address he a duck fucking sitting bitch
And what you gave wasn't giving
Shit I get pissed off just reminiscing
Fuck you nigga you gone see what you missing
Havе your niggas begging for a retweet cause you'rе missing
Cause you been feeling yourself
Tryna take your anger out on me and think you healing yourself
Revealing yourself, crossing me is just like suicide nigga you killing yourself
Tryna poker bitch you dealing yourself
Tryna makeup you concealing yourself
Once I catch you you going straight to my basement nobody gone hear if you yell
Bitch you play with my feelings I play with your life
Shoot up yo shit in the middle of night
Bitch you look like a lick so I'm taking a bite
Have your ass singing like Brian McKnight
Ain't gone talk when I see you lil bitch it's on sight
Take off your shit bitch I'm ready to fight
I'ma choke your bitch ass until you see the light
Stuff your ass in the trunk ain't gonna catch me tonight
Hell nah
Man fuck you nigga I'm so glad I never fucked you nigga
I'm finna come with the Kung-Fu nigga
Call me Kenny off the Henny finna humble niggas
I am the king of the jungle nigga
Step in the ring let's rumble nigga
Finna punch your prefrontal nigga
Forty inch choke your ass with my bundles nigga
Let's go
What the fuck I look like bitch it look like you tried me
I don't know why
Niggas wanna try me
Now I'm riding up on you
Nigga you gone die
Feel bad for your mama
When she see her son man she gone cry
And I don't give a fuck
Tryna play me baby please you not that guy
Bitch I'm finna slide
Seen him in the white
Finna turn that shirt to tie-dye
Shit I'm feeling bored hop in the Accord
Pull up on his friends do drive by
Rob him til he dry
Hog him til he tie
Stab him in the head make a third eye
Niggas wanna lie wanna make me cry
Niggas wanna die
Niggas must want smoke
Bitch yea
Who the fuck want smoke
Who the fuck want
Who the fuck want
Who the fuck want smoke
Bitch yea
Who the fuck want smoke
Who the fuck want
Who the fuck want
Who the fuck want smoke
Bitch yea
Who the fuck want smoke
Who the fuck want
Who the fuck want
Who the fuck want smoke
Bitch yea
Who the fuck want smoke
Who the fuck want
Who the fuck want
Who the fuck want
So all yall niggas that see me and be like
Oh let me see if I can play her
Let me see if I can fuck on her
Let me tell you something baby
It's not worth your life okay
Carry on