Текст песни Talk About Smoke (feat. PS Hitsquad) - AM , Skengdo

And, how you gon' talk 'bout us
When you and your friends know you ain't that guy
Never left my bro, I said it again
I'll say it again and I'll say it again
They're like half of your age
The yutes that you chase, sorry, I can't rate that
Four man up in the ride
It gets real long for the other side
All that-All that camera shit
If you ain't a snitch then why would you say that?
I ain't gonna stop 'til his shirt just dampen
Reach for the Bull Dog-

All of this talk 'bout smoke
Must be on 'bout flavours you got
Shot, watch your own boy get pop
Turn man cookie like bud, like rock
Dots, ain't no rusty dots
It bit man's face off, I had no dog
Song, love them a violent one
But the feds wan' stop that and want us gone
And, how you gon' talk 'bout us
When you and your friends know you ain't that guy
And, she was tryna off her skirt
But I don't feel her so I ain't got time
And, noddy at half past eight
Then I go chu-chu at half past nine
And, say that the guys don't ride
Just tell me, how did we get that guy
Four man up in the ride
It gets real long for the other side
'Nuff back doors pop off on guys
I'm not involved, that's a bunch of lies
How did them man get caught three times?
Would've came off the roads, I cannot lie
Broski tryna cook man like pie
Or sushi man with a Samurai
It could be green or black
So they don't even know what team's gon' crash
Sorry sweet one, it's beat and dash
I want P's and dat so it's this or trap
Blow out her back, her booty clap
She loves give the drop on opps and dat
Shit den, fuck den, shit den, splash
Try run away, I'm gonna itch man's back

Might pull up on my J's in my J's
No ifs or maybes, Hitsquad baby, man pull up with that trey
Sing, Kweng pull with that guage
Shake, we make their block turn Harlem
Arsene, they want me out the way
K, I just pop out on arson
Blast him, all of my paigons best pray
Mate, I get dark doing darkness
And this how I know they all bastards
Cah I'm all of their fathers
Tryna hit a stain, I was starvin'
Where's the starters? And the afters?
Blasters when we makin' it beat
Oh please, we some masters
I'm no artist, I still paint that
Don't at me cah it ain't that
They're like half of your age
The yutes that you chase, sorry, I can't rate that
I might skid to the ends
And link MM, ain't talkin' no Maybach
All that camera shit
If you ain't a snitch then why would you say that?
PS, you know that I don't play that
I just take that cah they're broke
Man pull up and they choke
Hold, rise it up, let it blow
PS, I'm on BS but them man already know
Air it out, let it ghost busters, we just made a yute float
(Hitters or Zone)

Ay, they don't wanna catch this cough
Cah man's not talkin' 'bout a flu
Or poles that's comin' like crossbar
Dots, man need 'bout two more
Lurk, man do it like fox cah
Feds not stoppin' this two door
Anytime I get that drop
I step 'round there with a booter
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang tryna leave him red
If I back that dot tryna take man's head
That's two buckshot but the range is dead
And them cool just sittin' on fence
I'm still gonna rain on them
Never left my bro, I said it again
I'll say it again and I'll say it again
They was on a madting
Bro got bagged for the dots and the handting
Tour life, doing up blocks on the random
Bully on the road, man coughed then I banged him
Don't be the one tryna act for the mandem
If I get the drop, drop then I start campin'
I ain't gonna stop 'til his shirt just dampen
Reach for the Bull Dog, .44 Magnum
Peng tings doing up stage for attention
Noddy in the car, handbrake and erection
Tex'ing, texting, true, we ain't bredrins
Vexin' 'cause I weren't down for the sexin'
Your a J bag, and I rate that
'Cause you own it, and they hate that
And a next man, tryna date that
When I beat and I dashed that ASAP

Fumez The Engineer
How you gon' talk 'bout us
When you and your friends know you ain't that guy
Never left my bro, I said it again
I'll say it again and I'll say it again
All that-All that camera shit
If you ain't a snitch then why would you say that?