Lyrics No Smoke - By:Bj

Yeah whoa oooh oooh ahh yeah
I'm the hardest artist so stop it
I'm speaking logic on topics
Like pocket rockets I'm popping
I'm adding paper to pockets
You niggas late to the party
You can't even get in
You ain't got a wristband
You ain't bring no cute friends Damn
You steppin' outta line blam
My baby hella fine yams
She putting up the pape for me
This k could put an ape to sleep
You better never play with me
I'm talking military arms
Militant minded I be on
Lemme remind ya I'm the one
You can be blinded by this smoke
Like a blunt you will get rolled
Move in silence you be gone
Never gone find ya tag a toe
City be wildin' pack a pole aye

They don't want no smoke with me but smoke to this
They don't want no smoke with me but smoke to this
They don't want no smoke with me but smoke to this
They don't want no smoke no smoke

They don't want no smoke with me but you can smoke to this
Ain't got no time for no games I still want that Rollie round my wrist
Push my way through the line hit a button I could send a blitz
Half way down my leg she be touching on me she can feel the tip
Hood baby with some knowledge polished I was straight off twenty fifth
Hop off the porch on the east-side where you can see a lot shit
Drop some ice on top her chest she put the that titty on my lip
In the back she be doing yoga I just booked another trip
It time to go time to win I been stacking tryna live
Put in position for better reasons I'm tryna give
To my family to my friends to my niggas to my ken
If you ever thinking you switching you can't be my right hand man
I could send em to God they better keep on praying
It's all eyes on me just like a 2 Pac saying
Only God can judge me attracted to the money fuck it
Hustle cause I love it working in the thick of night until the sky turn into sunny aye

They don't want no smoke with me but smoke to this
They don't want no smoke with me but smoke to this
They don't want no smoke with me but smoke to this
They don't want no smoke no smoke no