Shmoke

[Intro]
Earth, winnin', earth, yo

[Verse 1]
Can't tell 'bout ride on opps when I done that shit from day (Of course)
Two ZK's or a samurai, get one to your chest, don't blast from rage (Bab-baow)
All these opps love dashin' away
Ask ****, "Did he wanna die just this blade?" (No, he didn't)
No Young Kobe, but they doin' the race
I skid it on them, crash corn on mains (Some pussies)
Fuck all the social ting
Buck us live O, we're due to put holes in skin (Splash, splash)
How many man's been chinged?
The ting like finna shout bro for the **** (Grrah, baow)
This 24 inch really made man swim
Ride out to the 6 where the ting go intensе (Of course)
Two balls in the dots, pray bro don't miss
I heard wе don't bang, and you know that's a myth (Some joke)

[Chorus]
Man bill it in shmoke, hop out in shmoke
**** got shmoked and he did nuttin'
How many opps been touched when we huntin'?
We got big tools, but man's not stuntin'
Bill it in shmoke, hop out in shmoke
**** got shmoked and he did nuttin'
Jump out gang, watch man start cuttin'
Grin on my face, so my man's duckin' (Some bitch)
I don't-I don't need no Fendi
I still run a man down in McKenzie
Kway back, realize man love envy
Jump in the dingers, the clip finna empty (Bab-baow)
Buck us live O, we're due to put holes in skin (Bab-baow)
Heard we don't bang, but you know that's a myth (Splash, splash)

[Verse 2]
Swing this sword like a viking
Jump out the whip, show man about knifin'
You know the gang, and we really on ridin'
Go ask the opps, man, the beef is fryin'
Three ZK's when we glidin'
Pull up on the opps, they shook, they frightened
Me and YD did dash from the sirens
In the street, we're well known to the Trident
G check you, show bro what you want me
You pull up in whips and the boy, they run
No reason to lie, opps know what we done
It was peak for that guy, he held more than one
This beef's intense, pray you don't get rumbled
Slap that ting till the whole clip gone
Jump out on an opp, man, boy better run
This life that I live, man, you might get got

[Chorus]
Man bill it in shmoke, hop out in shmoke
**** got shmoked and he did nuttin'
How many opps been touched when we huntin'?
We got big tools, but man's not stuntin'
Bill it in shmoke, hop out in shmoke
**** got shmoked and he did nuttin'
Jump out gang, watch man start cuttin'
Grin on my face, so my man's duckin' (Some bitch)
I don't-I don't need no Fendi
I still run a man down in McKenzie
Kway back, realize man love envy
Jump in the dingers, the clip finna empty (Bab-baow)
Buck us live O, we're due to put holes in skin (Bab-baow)
Heard we don't bang, but you know that's a myth (Splash, splash)