Текст песни Smoke (feat. Pitty McGhetto) - JOHNNY BUCK3TS

Niggas say they want the smoke
We pull up bet this bitch gone blow
Eye for eye we whipe his nose
We won't forget we keeping score
Catch em lacking on the road
Them big ol' guns I love to toat
Get em' gone I make em float
JB yeah he do the most
JB what you shooting for
When we walk down get on the floor
Bitch we come thru kicking doors
He tried me left him up in smoke
We sliding and we spin again
Shoot at you and all your friends
After life you gone begin
This is how your story ends

Say his name we wrap him up
All these racks I stack em up
Don't fuck with NNB bitch we the team yeah we gon pack him up
Big dog that's my status huh
You don't want no static bruh
This Draco let em have it
We gon blast it
Bet it light you up
Get this little hoe started
Blue Ferrari, yeah she like it rough
Playboy just like Carti
Bitch I'm gnarly I can't wife you up
Wrist is stuck on stupid bruh
Miss me with that stupid hoe
Hit you with the 2
This big ass stick a animal

Niggas say they want the smoke
We pull up bet this bitch gone blow
Eye for eye we whipe his nose
We won't forget we keeping score
Catch em lacking on the road
Them big ol' guns I love to toat
Get em' gone I make em float
JB yeah he do the most
JB what you shooting for
When we walk down get on the floor
Bitch we come thru kicking doors
He tried me left him up in smoke
We sliding and we spin again
Shoot at you and all your friends
After life you gone begin
This is how your story ends

Popping all them gums again
Gon make us pop these guns again
Put em in a Russian, light em up and now he in then wind
Sippin Wokhart like its gin
Take yo hoe with just a grin
Real P hoe like I'm Pimpin Ken
She aint bring a bag don't let her in
Touch JB you dumb as fuck
223's a touch em up
Play pussy we gon wet you up
Take his wife she's just a slut
NNB you know the drill
Pitt and JB its a kill
Fuck yo bitch she loves the thrill
Ballin with no record deal

Niggas say they want the smoke
We pull up bet this bitch gone blow
Eye for eye we whipe his nose
We won't forget we keeping score
Catch em lacking on the road
Them big ol' guns I love to toat
Get em' gone I make em float
JB yeah he do the most
JB what you shooting for
When we walk down get on the floor
Bitch we come thru kicking doors
He tried me left him up in smoke
We sliding and we spin again
Shoot at you and all your friends
After life you gone begin
This is how your story ends