Lyrics Smoke - Quest MCODY feat. J Winnerszn

Apply a little pressure make'em fold
You a sideline nigga in the middle of some hoes
Man you can see you'll never be like us
Look me in my eyes can't you see that we the ones
Yeah
Niggas want smoke till it's cancer
You wanted smoke till it's cancer
You wanted smoke till it's cancer
You wanted smoke till it's cancer
You wanted smoke till it's cancer
You wanted smoke till it's cancer
You wanted smoke till it's cancer
Niggas want smoke till it's cancer

Bitches tworkin for they sugar daddy
They can't tell I get it while they lookin at me
I flip a house you niggas buying caddy
I'll Raise pistol and raise a family
Pocket checkin or you cock watching
German issue or glock poppin
Play wit squares think I'm hop scotchin
Stash house on the block mobbin'
I told Geechi bout Red Robin
How I blue bucks had her head noddin
Gettin Kash Doll call it cash cow how I milk the game got the feds watchin
Click and pow how the gat sound
Tell ya back ground if they act out
They get clapped round
Put the Mac down
Or be flat found on the ground sobbin

All the bull you talkin really ain't an option nigga push me
You better play it melo taken shots my nigga keep it hoody
I'll put your jersey in a casket nigga you ain't playin wit a rookie
Come out the blue these monsters ink pussies
Bitches bout as sick as fuckin cookie
Jimmy bragging bout Kash Doll in a video
Whip my phone out and show you Kash Doll in a (wait hold up)

Fuck is you talkin bout
Save thee ecteras
Ain't no competitors
2 steps ahead of ya
Cut off beheadin ya
Deading Ya whole click
I'll leave your head on the doe split
I let off 8 let'em hold 6
You know we run it like no shit
Knock off his shoes make his soul lift
Stretch out ya bitch like Arobics
You can not fuck up my focus
You underground like the locus
OD cause we are the dopest
We at the top of the whole list
You on that type to get hoed list
You catch the front of a full fist
Don't stick around to the tool lift
This flow you know I'm a fool with
Pop on yo block you don't do shit
Two clips you dip dashing doing the four forty foe
Hands up in the air nigga swear he Cornholyo
Hold ya chest no Holy Ghost
Swear to hov 4 44
Put the damn pimp hand down
Niggas don't make a damn sound
Talkin' all through a damn round
It must be a pistol in ya mouth