We Want Smoke - Tray Plus, YNW Melly, JayDaYoungan

Haha, I pound shit

Um, young nigga world

Aye, young niggas

Hop out wit' them K’s and we let it spray

Aye

These pussy niggas talking like they on it

Is that smoke inside your swisher?

'Cause I want it

I got killas with the pistol around the corner

Don’t you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won’t tell

We tryna catch a nigga soul and replenish it

We tryna kill a pussy nigga, go on an' end the bitch

We ain’t fucking with these niggas like we shoulda been

Choppa knock a pussy nigga out his element

Posted up, we on the block

My brother stay toting the Glock

Move wrong, somebody get shot

I grind hard for whatever I got

I’m on the road, I be after the guap

No I can’t stop until Youngan on top

Brand new foreign, copped it off the lot

Bitch niggas hating, they want me to flop

Bands in my pockets, I stay with them knots

I say I’m going, I’m never going to stop

Free all my niggas and fuck all the cops

Got hella pistols for all the opps

Get the bag and then I go the other way

If I ain’t hustlin', flipping packs, I’m prolly somewhere out of state

Bitch I’m a real nigga, you can see it in my face

No I ain’t got no time to waste

You on that fake shit, can’t relate

I spent them racks up in Bape

Sipping on lean, and I can’t feel my face

Free chopper, he fighting a case

We was jus' stackin' and clutching them K’s

I pray to God they don’t play

I let my shooter wet him like a lake

We thuggin' to this everyday

Bitch you can get it, just stay in your place

These pussy niggas talking like they on it

Is that smoke inside your swisher?

'Cause I want it

I got killas with the pistol around the corner

Don’t you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won’t tell

We tryna catch a nigga soul and replenish it

We tryna kill a pussy nigga, go on an' end the bitch

We ain’t fucking with these niggas like we shoulda been

Choppa knock a pussy nigga out his element

B, L, double O, D, G, A, N, G, I’m so true to this

Youngan out here wildin', wit' the scrappy on that stupid shit

Niggas dick riding on the game, they on that groupie shit

Catch a nigga slipping, hit his head with that extended clip

We got extensions (bitch)

Step in Givenchy (huh)

He want it first, he want a price, we need to pitch in (huh)

Shoot at your mom, bitch (bitch)

I don’t go to prom, bitch, huh (bitch)

Don’t fuck with a vault nigga, huh, we tryna start shit, huh

We tryna load up them choppers and call off them robber

And dump shit (yeah)

My niggas really some hires

They say that they ready to pump shit (huh)

You can get slumped quick (bitch)

I don’t want no Swisher

I’m trying to smoke on a Backwood with all of my young niggas

These pussy niggas talking like they on it

Is that smoke inside your swisher?

'Cause I want it

I got killas with the pistol around the corner

Don’t you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won’t tell

We tryna catch a nigga soul and replenish it

We tryna kill a pussy nigga, go on an' end the bitch

We ain’t fucking with these niggas like we shoulda been

Choppa knock a pussy nigga out his element