Wlatt Boyz, Msav, FM - Smoke lyrics

Fuck the Town, I'm in the deep end
Left that pussy by the docks (Docks)
And cro add a switchy to his Glock (He what?)
All these percs I'm popping got me going mawd
(Crazy) but don't think if he pull up
I won't let off shots

Wlatt! Neat gang
(neat gang) , that's how I rock (Lah)
Yo FM (yo FM) , I spot a opp
Drive through the Lane
(Lane, lane) with my twin Glock's (Two)
Uh, uh, uh 'bout to take his top (Bap)

'Bout to take his top
(I am) with this new Glock gen 5 (grrt)
He lucky if he still alive (Alive)
Ouu, ouu, ambulance cannot revive
(Cannot revive)
Ouu, his mama crying for his lost life

Lost life what, he be selling kife (Kife)
Ask around
(ask around) I be selling white (Drugs)
That work (that work) I make her twerk
She shake her ass on the pole
I let it fucking blow (Boom, boom, boom)

You know he let it blow
The first time I seen her I
Could tell she a ho (For the gang)
I tell she fuck the bros (She what?)
I know she fuck the bros (Lil' ho) woo!
After the night you gotta go
(You gotta leave)

You gotta go (Go home)
That nigga he told, what?! (Crack)
For my bros we let it go (Lah, lah)
We up the score
(fo'sho) man fo'sho (Gang, gang)
Fo'sho, fo'sho
Yeah, we up the score (We are)

We up the score (We up the score)
We caught but want some more
(want some more) woo
Ride before the 4th (Before the 4th)
Catch that nigga lacking on his porch
(On his porch)
And the news could tell more (They can tell)

He on the floor (On the ground)
I love the bros (For real)
Check my phone (Check my phone)
A trap phone (Trap, trap) junkies calling
(junkie) for the low
For the low (For the low)
Everything going for the low, we want more

Call the plug
(call the plug) , we need more (We need more)
How much you move
(how much) a truck load (A truck load)
Got work in my trap
(trap, trap) I'm never low (I'm never low)
They asking for me back
Keep ringing down my phone (Phone)