21 Savage, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Only Smoke lyrics

Two banana clips and they taped up
(Straight up, straight up)
Cut the stove on and let it cake up 
(Straight up, straight up)
Hit it with the cold water 'til it lock up
(21) hot water make it lock a little faster
(On God) i'm so Slaughter Gang
I'm prayin' to my dagger (Straight up)
Started rappin' for the money, I'm a trapper
(Straight up)
Internet thug, he a gangsta on (21)
Way too many diamonds
Put my chains backwards (yeah, yeah)

Ain't game, I don't
Ain't no disrespect, 4L, aight
That's all I know
We don't play the radio, on my momma
That's all I know

Fuck a handgun send the heat with a chopstick
Big bullets start then he got
Stumped in a moshpit
Gun ain't got no safety, one in the head
On cop shit yeah I make a lotta hit's
Songs but I drop shit (21)
Nigga put some money on my head
'cause I take shit
Put some ass shots on the AR, it go ape shit
And I'm 21 4L, ain't no fake shit
I don't hang around no leg shooters
Nigga we face shit
Slid inside your bitch but I
Was mindin' my business (On God)
She ain't had no titties
So I bought her some titties (Straight up)
Grill fucked up
I took straight to the dentist (21)
Say she want some food so we
Just skrrt to a Wendy's (On God)
Many men want me dead, got me feelin' like 50
(21) you went and wrote a statement
So we call you a Mickey (On God)
Keep a 4-5 Nicki
Don't get hit with the blicky (Straight up)
And if you want some smoke
We got that shit by the chimney
(Straight up)

Bitch, my youngin' got a body at just fifteen
(Fifteen)
Promethazine, bloody red, like it's (Codeine)
I just ball up, paid for seven more lean
(More lean)
Don't touch my co 'cause I'ma flash
Bitch you know me
I be treatin' that dope like it's proteine
Wherever I'm at I'm just waitin'
For the pop off (yeah)
I let some shots off (Baow, baow)
Finna play, bitch I'm whippin' that Glock off
Who the fuck taught y'all?
Don't walk over 'cause lil' boy
We don't know y'all (True)
Young nigga come from like a smoke town
(Gang)
And I still ride around with the four pound
(Skrr)
You sendin' shots and we sendin' them back
We go battle for battle for that
Try to run nigga shottin' your back
We gon' run up and get your shit cracked
I'm just lookin' for a slime (Slime)
I get that ass
Don't pay no cash and drop her off at Sacks
When it's time to go war I'm gon' go all out
(All out)
These bitch ass niggas tryna blow some
Smoke and straight blowed down
Jump in a crowd full of drank up
I don't follow (Follow)
Let one chain come from out my neck
We shoot these dawgs down

4K, Trey, Northside
Ain't nobody safe, bitch ass niggas
We put guns to the face (Who gon' die today?)
I ain't really worried 'bout you niggas
How the fuck you niggas gon' beef with
You? You ain't killed a man

If we take your shit, nigga
You can't get it back
You got two M's and you are rich, nigga
Yeah let's be exact
Try to tax me and you get whipped, nigga
We don't go for that
Try to run up with my shit, nigga
Leave your ass dead