No Smoke Lyrics

You still want smoke with us

My bro done crashed the truck

You still want smoke with us

My bro done crashed the truck

You still want smoke with us

My bro done crashed the truck

You still want smoke with us

My bro done crashed the truck

Yung bain is the future

Told my bro we gon' get rich

Damn your bitch a fan she got my name up on her tits

Issa big ass Glock, when I walk it make me limp

Bitch I up the rank, put my racks inside the gym

If i spin my bro gon' spin, ye

Talk bout racks we got it

Big ass blunt, exotic

You ain't all that, you not it

I made him die lit, ain't talking bout carti

Ye my bro made a hit off the dope

I spit of the dome, ain't no song that i wrote

Man of my racks ain't cuffin' these hoes

You not on my level, you ain't even close to us

You still want smoke with us

My bro done crashed the truck

Yung bain done crashed the range

All them niggas they sound the same

Stay real to my gang bitch I cannot change

Minding my business I stay in my lane

Made that boy disappear like David Blaine

Pop out at the club, finna take your chain

Niggas don't stand no chance huh

I told my bro give me a year, I'm gon' be the man huh

I been thru pain, I got up, you don't understand huh

And you niggas know when I drop the tape lil nigga its over