Smoke Talk

[Intro]
Lil' nigga wanna act so tough, he get shot down (He get shot down)
Got the money doin' these backflips, (D-Dino) he just a actress (Woah)
And I love the way she talk her shit, she got a accent (Yeah)
Just a young nigga, I was in them streets, lookin' for a nigga I'ma rob today (Grrtt)
Now I got bands, I don't gotta take
Now I switch car, I'ma drive today
Foot on the pedal, I swerve the Camaro (Skrrt)
These niggas at the bottom of the barrel, they wastin' my time, I gotta get paid
Look at my walk, these new Kanye's (Woah), I can't be helped, I can't be safe

[Verse 1]
I need somebody to hold, big bankroll, 18 wheeler with a load
We rock designer clothes, all these hoes, they be tryin' to hop inside the ghost
But we got them guns in it 'cause we got the gang it, diamonds in every pendent
I can't be hangin' with niggas, ain't signin' with niggas, the label still independent (Oh no)
I was robbin' shit all my life, we got racks now
I don't think twice when I see blue lights, I'm 'bout to crash now
I ain't goin' back and forth for none of you niggas (Nah), we get 'em shot down
But we probably stick 'em up, you got a bag (Grrtt) ain't big enough
If he got a problem, we hit him up
Big gun, make him give it up (Baow)
Had to juug, we had plenty bucks
Can't forget about the times I had nothin', now we havin' too much (Damn)
Every other week I was gettin' locked up, I was tryna take somethin' (Woah)
Niggas wanna fight, we ain't even tryna fight, we probably spray somethin'
Niggas hatin' on the kid 'cause he gettin' big, they don't even know nothin'
I be still countin' old money (Yeah)
I ain't hangin' with no new friends, put black wheels on a white Benz with a foreign girl and her white friend
We be turnt up til' the night end and we gone (And we gone)

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold up, pour a four in a Fanta, we got smoke (We got smoke)
Got a white bitch in Atlanta, she do Coke (She do Coke, damn)
We not beefin' with his bro, we wipe his nose (Wipe his nose)
He do the most, we got guns inside the ghost (Grrtt, grrtt, grrtt)
We don't beef on Instagram, he get smoked (He get smoked)
And we don't hang around with niggas we don't know-ow
Got a 100 round chopper, we gon' blow-ow
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Lil' nigga wanna act so tough, he get shot down (He get shot down)
Got the money doin' these backflips, he just a actress (Woah)
And I love the way she talk her shit, she got a accent (Yeah)
Just a young nigga, I was in them streets (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I can't even feel my face, I get the top, fuck up a lace
She get on top, speed up the pace
We shoot guns all up at a waste
Kick the bitch out, the money I chase
We smoke gas a tropical taste
I'm out the country a tropical place
We gettin' paid and they gotta hate
She goin' 'round and 'round, all these niggas goin' down, they clowns
People tellin' me they proud of me now
Jet lag, just to run though the town
All these racks hold my pants down
Shorty let me in her pants now
When I come though, they just stand 'round
If he act tough, than his mans down
We gon' turn it up til' the sun down

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold up, pour a four in a Fanta, we got smoke (We got smoke)
Got a white bitch in Atlanta, she do Coke (She do Coke, damn)
We not beefin' with his bro, we wipe his nose (Wipe his nose)
He do the most, we got guns inside the ghost (Grrtt, grrtt, grrtt)
We don't beef on Instagram, he get smoked (He get smoked)
And we don't hang around with niggas we don't know-ow
Got a 100 round chopper, we gon' blow-ow
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Lil' nigga wanna act so tough, he get shot down (He get shot down)
Got the money doin' these backflips, he just a actress (Woah)
And I love the way she talk her shit, she got a accent (Yeah)
Just a young nigga, I was in them streets (Yeah, streets, yeah)