Smoke Detector

[Intro: DCG Shun]
Yeah
Ha, nigga, the smoke detector goin' off
All you niggas gettin' smoked, is you—
Ha, how the fuck (Go)

[Verse 1: DCG Shun]
I′m your wingman (I'm him), not your lean man (Not your lean man)
When we bounce out and get to blowin', we make shit sing and dance (Yeah, yeah)
Just bought me a 50 cal', when I catch you, I'm tryna spring my hand (Nigga)
All you niggas died, my mama told me to leave it in Jesus' hands (Alright, bro)
I done got rich, the opp's dead, I guess it's Jesus' plan
You say I'm a hater, but turn around and still gon' need my hand (Hand, hand)
I just spent fifty, finna make fifty soon as I leave the Ms
Niggas can't dress, they'll fall out and fight to leave my grail (For real)
I used to walk, now I get in the Rolls truck to run my Ms (For real)
I remember my Ps, you the cheap nigga who only come buy sevens (Your cheap-ass)
I can't sell it 'less I smell it and feel the texture
I'm known for turnin' one dollar pops to a thousand-dollar beverage
You can't stop wars in Chicago 'cause all these niggas special (Know that)
Niggas dumb as fuck, they wouldn't get it if they asked you to tell 'em (What?)
I wish they would've taught us in school how to ship a melon (How)
I would've been up, I would've been high, these niggas jealous (I would've been)
I'm really a killer and, boy, you not, it take three sides to tell you
I'm really a vulture, won't even take lil' bro, 49s'll kill you (Uh-uh)
Ayy, spin to the funeral, go in that bitch, let me know what you hear and they tell you (Tell)
Soon as I got me some money, lil' bro start spinnin', nigga ain't raised no failure (No)

[Chorus: DCG Shun & DCG Bsavv]
That nigga a bitch, I'll tell you (Yeah), uh, them niggas ain't rich, I'll tell you, uh (Yeah, yeah)
He might got a gun, he might got a Glock, you don't got a switch, I'll tell you, huh (Yeah, yeah)
That ho ain't shit, I'll tell you (Yeah), I'll take your kit, I'll tell you (Uh-huh)
If you got a watch, put your shit up, I'll take your wrist, I'll tell you (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: DCG Bsavv]
Uh, these hoes ain't shit, you tellin', uh, I got in the whip and bailed it, uh
A nigga got clout while I hold my son, but we watchin' Cocomelon
Lil' bro can't get in this ride, he underage, his ass a coco felon
You let niggas 'round the gang, whenever we talk, his ass just might go tell it
We popped a nigga a week ago with this pipe, this week I might go sell it (I am)
Them boys be talkin' 'bout smoke, they ass got lungs, they just don't like it hella
Wherever I'm at, I'm goin' to get this chicken, I'm bringin' my MAC-11
We stand on shit, you niggas peasants (Uh-huh), you say it up, then bitch, address it (Yeah, go)
Uh, you put that ass on me, I'm grown, boo, I just gotta catch it
Come around, think you gang, your ass gettin' hanged and that's how we take off next one
Them niggas be thinkin' they hard 'cause they like yellin' and shit like Regal Reddens (Pussy)
They pull me over, I'm drivin' red, turn, nigga, I'm doin' the hit out of tens
I'm ridin' this bitch, I can't go fast, bitch call his ass, he ain't gon' answer (Damn)
This big bitch hit his top and leave a nigga bald like that shit you call cancer
If Sway don't dance, you don't got answers, if they done did, who else gon' handle?
This J-Check, man, my shit be dancin', them boys gon' pay for all them hammers
Got this Draco from my ese, when he talk, his ass be speakin' Spanish
Like my 'Migo, made his ass go vanish, I clocked a nigga, I ain't know him
Some niggas don′t know they lost, but with this tool, I'm a real deal hammer
You say you be workin' at Fabble, but I just seen them niggas blam your camera
Lil' bro 'nem really go dip, sat around this bitch, all he need is bandannas
You told on one of your mans, you need you a cameraman, go start your channel
This tendmon hit hard and knock shit down, I think it's worse than the downs
I already got my 50, I'm in New York tryna grab some more powder

[Chorus: DCG Shun]
That nigga a bitch, I'll tell you (Yeah, yeah), uh, them niggas ain't rich, I'll tell you, uh (Yeah, yeah)
He might got a gun, he might got a Glock, you don't got a switch, I'll tell you, huh (Yeah)
That ho ain't shit, I'll tell you (Yeah), I'll take your kit, I'll tell you (Yeah)
If you got a watch, put your shit up, I'll take your wrist, I'll tell you (Yeah, yeah)
That nigga a bitch, I'll tell you (Yeah, yeah), uh, them niggas ain't rich, I'll tell you, uh (Yeah)
He might got a gun, he might got a Glock, you don't got a switch, I'll tell you, huh (Yeah, yeah)
That ho ain't shit, I'll tell you (Yeah), I'll take your kit, I'll tell you (Yeah)
Uh, if you got a watch, put your shit up, I'll take your wrist, I'll tell you (Yeah)