SMOKEY

[Verse 1 - 1300 Sani]

Smokey he fuck with my head, when he died that shit was all tragic
And, you know that I’m 9oh-K remember those days masked up with the Glock shit
Nazzy, he really went out the saddest
Push up on 3rd, the bros let em have it
Been on the Fs just to see who the fastest
Who that on [?], hop out, grab him
Squeeze right there, hop out, blast him
Aah, Aah, sound when we tagged him
Why he run from the beam like he fastest?
Extendo, hang on the G like a lotto
Creep to the spot, [?] disaster
Threw mad shots in the park watched em scatter
I [?] they ain’t do nothing after
Nus kept talking on bro now he Casper
Drillz, came in the spot and got hopped
Both [?] changed when he came in the spot
He tried to run, caught a punch then he dropped
Edubb-K man you know i’m on hots
Can’t be 1-3 so they turned into opps
Lil Mark got his pole tucked, he not a talk
No ski when I walk on that block
Free Breezy B going kuu on the -

[Verse 2 - Leeky CPE]

Getting money I been moving cocky
4 shots if he try to slide me
Swerving, I can’t go out like I’m Notti
Lacking, nigga moving like he Nazzy
Oh he CPE-K? Copy
Is he ready to die?
Like Smokey got sent to Allah
Like, oh thats a ski getting fried
It’s a CPE party bitch we having fun
In the function we got all the guns
In the function we got all the guns
Shake it, I’m tryna see how she rump
Freak shit, she tryna make that shit dump
Like, Bro got a flash on the -
Like, Bro got a flash on the gun

[Verse 3 - Dre Lu]

Why the fuck niggas politicing on the guys?
For lil Key i’m tryna let it fly
RIP Rah we go dumb on opps
Slide with 30 or better tryna get em got
Denzel, Byroo both got shot
Free Patt B got hit shoulda dipped
Niggas wasn’t outside we was taking trips
Bend through that block praying niggas slip
I keep a knock and it stay on my hip
If he reach for his waist he get shot in his shit
If she get outta place I’m knocking off her wig
D’s on body I’m bending the whip
Had to tie up the hill niggas know what it is
Like how many niggas ran rick?
Sha EK got shot by a bitch
Dougie B had lacked for a bum
Imma slide with my 8oh niggas on a hunt

[Verse 4 - Dwade CPE]

Like, don’t try to come to my block
Worda my mother, Imma flock
TG keep mentioning me, big CPE I put on for my team
Like, you better not run from the V
On the north we was trooping on feet
Worried bout drip better cop you a G
Who I’m smoking? I’m smoking on Sheek
I’m on that block who that tryna creep?
Broad day he tryna catch the P
OYK we don’t fuck with no O’s
Nazzy, nigga got turned to a post
JB, he couldn’t run to his bros
9oh-K I don’t fuck with those Gz
Smokey pack, get off your knees
Take a trip to the Spect let it squeeze
I’m on my block how you looking for me?