[Lyric] Smoke (No Savage)

[Intro]
Turn me up Juu
Damn
No way Hozay!
Wopo
Mob [?]
Dang
Hey, hey Juu, what the fuck moe?
How the fuck you turn me up like that man?
For real
Yeah

[Verse]
Uh
I tried tell him a time and they didn’t believe the shit, yeah, Wop
I spend a whole lotta racks like I don’t even need the shit, uh, yeah
I’m trying to pay for a drop, soon as I get it it’s lit, uh uh
Shooting the Glock 23, I fell in love with the way that bitch hit, uh
Mob ties I got a lot of this shit, uh
I don’t be hiding and shit
Got to be tight when I go on a show
Somebody might got to die in this bitch
Perc and the drank got me high as a bitch
Watching my steps and I’m fly as a bitch
Fuck all the opps they be lying and shit
You even goofy for buying the shit
And these niggas goofy for selling the shit
Heard a younging got jammed and he telling and shit
Want to be where I’m at niggas jealous as shit
You can do what you want nigga get off dick
And wherever I go be equipped with a stick
I ain’t chasing no bitch I’ma get me a vic
Heard it’s smoke in the air I’ma get me a hit
If he took one before he’ll take one again
See the 5 on this bitch when you check out the gen
Hear the screech on the street when we slide on his men
Throw him a bitch but I’m baitng ‘em in
Fuck every bitch I ain’t wait in a minute
I heard the shit that he said out his mouth
I put this Glock in his grill like a dentist
Bad ass younging like Dennis the Menace
Too many bitches and too many glizzies
Hit off this peezy and drop off sixty
Spin off a bar I’ma go off a sixty
I’m on the K and I’m fucking with sixty
Coming so much niggas calling me quitting
Know that they did it but never admit it
Back in the ninth I was shooting millennials
Never a time that I stopped I was sending them
Bro in the fed cuz of his fucking adrenaline
Ran up a check and I do what I suppose to
I put a ten on his ass and they smoked you
Shit was a show I’m the nigga who hosted it
Nigga got caught with his co-d and folded
Call me a killer you know I ain’t bogus
Blow up his car I’ma knock off the rotors
Got on his lawn and them young niggas mowed it
Fuck her for hours but put on a Trojan
Why niggas acting like somebody loaned em
He only gave me that shit cuz he owed me
Better be toting your gun you approach me
Loving that switch and it steady be rolling
Foot to the pedal I caught him he floated
Sweet ass bitch I just told her eat brodie
Put on a mask while you whipping that potion
This what I do I’ma whip til it’s smoking
Say that it’s smoke why the fuck is you choking
Nigga got hit why the fuck was he loafing
Sending me death threats nigga you joking
I’ma come shoot up your block like you told me
I hit the pack ‘til this shit look soapy
Auntie come in cuz she smell this shit potent
Bottles of water we serve out the ocean
Ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floating
Uh uh, u- uh ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floating
I don’t think they caught that shit man
Ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floating
Haha, Wopo
Mob!
Yeah!
Bitch!