BabyDrill
King Smoke

[Intro]
(Who made that beat, Mojo?)
(That bitch go crazy)
(COUPE)

[Chorus]
Most wanted in my city bitch, I'm king smoke (Most wanted)
The biggest opp inside my throat (Bitch)
Smushed his ass like he was a roach
Bitch I call the shots, don't need no coach
Can't go to war you ain't got no money (Can't go to war n***a)
You gon' die broke bitch
Can't go to war you ain't got no shooters (Can't go to war n***a)
You gon' send ghost's bitch
Got them bitches Cliqin' up (Woo)
I know they don't stand a chance (Uh, uh)
Told them I'm the one
Hopped out, huh bustin' at ya mans
I don't wanna squabbles
I drop bitches, I told 'em I got hands (Buh, buh, buh)
Spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick shit no Jackie Chan

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm back on bullshit
And I don't them n***as understand (They don't)
Every time that it was smoke
Pussy boy I never ran
Heard they want my body count well lеt me give it to 'em rеal raw
One n***a died (One n***a)
Two n***a died (Two n***a)
Three n***a died (Three n***a)
(Huh)
Four n***a died (Four n***a)
We was four deep, we all slid (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Six n***as cried
I got momma's crying, acting like they son still alive
I'm a grave digger bitch, I put n***as past the sky
[Chorus]
Most wanted in my city bitch, I'm king smoke (Most wanted)
The biggest opp inside my throat (Bitch)
Smushed his ass like he was a roach
Bitch I call the shots, don't need no coach
Can't go to war you ain't got no money (Can't go to war n***a)
You gon' die broke bitch
Can't go to war you ain't got no shooters (Can't go to war n***a)
You gon' send ghost's bitch
Got them bitches Cliqin' up (Woo)
I know they don't stand a chance (Uh, uh)
Told them I'm the one
Hopped out, huh bustin' at ya mans
I don't wanna squabbles
I drop bitches, I told 'em I got hands (Buh, buh, buh)
Spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick shit no Jackie Chan

[Verse 2]
Bitch before the rap I been that man
I ain't have no goal, we shot at cans (Buh, buh)
Fuck on this bitch, she been a fan
I swing sticks like I'm Serena Williams
Bitch I'm a hood idol, real legend
Always be remembered (Always)
Ain't came from shit, now I got figures
Fuck the raw, packed up the killer (On god)
.308, Blackout, yeah I know some blocks like Bryson Tiller
I really might act an ass when it come to my guys
Spin bout n***as (Straight ass)
I got to much to lose, changed the way I was living, hired killers
Told bro to chill, but he ain't listen
Noname Steve be smackin' n***as
[Chorus]
Most wanted in my city bitch, I'm king smoke (Most wanted)
The biggest opp inside my throat (Bitch)
Smushed his ass like he was a roach
Bitch I call the shots, don't need no coach
Can't go to war you ain't got no money (Can't go to war n***a)
You gon' die broke bitch
Can't go to war you ain't got no shooters (Can't go to war n***a)
You gon' send ghost's bitch
Got them bitches Cliqin' up (Woo)
I know they don't stand a chance (Uh, uh)
Told them I'm the one
Hopped out, huh bustin' at ya mans
I don't wanna squabbles
I drop bitches, I told 'em I got hands (Buh, buh, buh)
Spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick shit no Jackie Chan