Smoke ft. Li Fred Hustle In Black Lyrics

Get the drop, I'm pullin' up, I ain't got time for schemin

When he ain't see it comin', he can't see me

And that's your move, come smoke with a demon

Four hundred

Bitch, I hang around killers, come smoke with a demon

That pussy think he know my moves, but he can't even see me

My dog mad, he think I fucked this bitch cause she a skeezer

Lil' bro had dissed me on that gram, I ain't got time for peevin

Hop off the coin, you sippin

Lil' bro gon' spend all the lows

I'ma do whatever to put my brother on, I don't trip on no ho

Niggas be tellin' they broke, shit really played out on the low

Cock it back and I aim at your throat

Just threw me one back, that's a perk

And I ain't even gotta say too much, cause they know we puttin' in work

Corruption the body, this lil' hoe, I'm lovin' how she be twerkin

Check my name out, buy you a burger, strictly spendin', we really be lurkin

God, could you please forgive me, hope you know I'm still learnin

Can't get no sleep, I'm paranoid, I'm tossin' and turnin

And you know you was my big brother, I can't even bring it

We up in school, I'm zippin' shit, I'm scuffin' with Rochor

I had to punch him in his shit and show him he ain't wrong

Love my lil' brothers, me and Bray, we clutchin' plenty roids

And I was taught at a young age, them twos ain't no toys

Nigga dead, I done saw it, they know Lil' Fred enjoyed

I hop out blowin' this big bitch, tryin' to send you to court

It ain't no running ball, just called to play for Lloyd

I get to throwin' them bitches fast, you'll think that I'm Floyd

She callin', I'm ignorin', I don't got no time for playin

Lil' Pop know the game like a spokesman, he bled me in

Fuck it, just drop the ten, we sellin' that a G

Until that pussy come correct, it ain't no tippin' me

I'm killin' fatigue, I'm spinnin' ball B

Man, when them niggas knock me off, who's spinnin' for me

I got the devil in me, guess that's from them dead bodies

How the fuck you runnin' with your stick, look like you scared, probably

So it's black, we doin' men, you know we movin' silent

I got Lil' Reaper out the window, that lil' nigga violent

We bang, you hear them sirens, that be in the bridge, them niggas be lyin

And the big neck can't pitch with me, dawg, the guys get away, it's just man slime

That nigga dead, smoke him up to the face, need to know where we got too many race

Ugh, quick, we get away, niggas be hatin', I'm 400K

Bitch, I hang around killers, come smoke with a demon

That pussy think he know my moves, but he can't even see me

My dog mad, he think I fucked this bitch, cause she a skeezer

Lil' bro had dissed me on that gram, I ain't got time for people

Hop off the car and you zip him, Lil' bro gon' spin all the lows

I'ma do whatever to put my brother on, I don't trip on no hoe

Niggas be tellin' they broke, shit really played out on the low

Cock it back and I aim at your throat, just threw me one back, that's a perk

And I ain't even gotta say too much, cause they know we puttin' in work

Caressin' the body, this lil' hoe, I'm lovin' how she be twerkin

Tell my name, I'll buy you a burger, strictly spinnin', we really be lurkin

God, could you please forgive me, hope you know I'm still learnin

Can't get no sleep, I'm paranoid, I'm tossin' and turnin

And you know you was my big brother, I can't even bury you

And you know you was my big brother, I can't even bury you