[Intro:]
Do you want smoke?
We want all the smoke
Yung Shad, you killed this track

[Verse 1: FCG Heem]
Mike Amiri, we ain't shoppin' at packs
Been made a hunnid K if they askin'
Youngin really slangin' K's, I'll whack him
They don't play, leave em' dead at the Saks Fifth
Never killed my whodie, Free Melly and Bort
I pay whateva that baby on bort
My whodie sellin dope and bitch trappin' a sport
We was tryna ball, how we end up in Court?
All the bloods uppin' at police let them do they talk
Broward County where I'm from n***as gettin dropped
Chanel, all them guns got a card
And you know if Lil Heem woof, I got the spot
You say you can't make it wherе I'm from, n***a why not?
I know all the hoes see the diamonds, Watch out
I hit thе drill with my chain and my watch out
Rollin' up on them paranoid, I keep my gun out

[Verse 2: Slatt Zy]
She gotta go, she ain't swallowin' no semen
Murder on my mind like my last name Demons
Went to sleep in that 'Vet so I thought I was dreamin'
He gave her a heart, boy, that bitch want some penis
Play with these racks like my sister was Venus
Fuck on yo bitch give her back have her creamin'
Ha we rob guys, we steal too
He played around, and got killed too
We runnin' Track, we was in Chiraq
I was getting loaded on gas
Love my AR, hold my MAC
Try to run with a sack
But a rookie in back
N***as be broke for too long
How do they do it?
I call your bitch from some top
She gon' do it"
Back in the fields like my name is Ray Lewis
I fucked a bitch in Atlanta, she Jewish
Oh who it is?
I got a team full of hittas
I got a team full of n***as
Really my brothers
They really some killers
Fuckin' yo bitch while she takin' control
Off Percocet's while i'm all in yo home
Question mark, you know him?
But she says she don't know
These bitches ain't right
These bitches be slimin', she might be the finest
Bitch, quit that whining, suck this dick
And you know ima time it
Hahaha
Bitch you know I'ma time it
Bitch quit that whining, suck this dick
And you know I'ma time it
[Verse 3: Ar'mon & Trey (Ar'mon)]
Mhmmmm
I been feelin' some way, got a point to prove (Yeah, yeah)
Made the hittas say nothin' new (Yeah, yeah)
All that fake love, I done cut em loose
We don't take sides, not pick and choose
When we pop out the cut they can see that we rich
I'm every n***a, so run up yo bitch
They started hatin' I laugh at that shit
One Million deposit I'm back in this bitch
I tell em' go
Shut up, I'm drippin', I need me a boat
Twenty K booking if you want you a show
Got the backend and spent that on a coat
Running it up, it's just me and my brother
No competition we share the same mother
He tried to reach, let it burn, call him Usher
And yo team next and that's end of discussion

[Verse 4: Ar'mon & Trey (Trey)]
That lil bitch she do what I say
Squat on the dick like she got the drip
She know I'm nasty, she squirted on my face
Keep my head down, I like to swim
Don't you get hit with the ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Drop a couple racks, get you hit
We got a boatload of bitches, no one-on-ones
We gon' step em' out in a whip
Fifty a chain
I might jump on a plane
And land in Dubai with your bitch
Bitch I been doin' my thing
Now they knowin' my name
Wrote a couple songs now it's lit
She make the dick disappear like ta-da
Put the dick in her, she like ah-ah
You don't want smoke, this is za-za
And we making M's why would I lie?
[Verse 5: YNW Melly]
Pissing on your bitch when I'm all inside her poof
I am not a fairy but your bitch got a sweet tooth (huh)
Pull up with them pistols, cock it back and let em' loose
And your bitch grey like the clouds fuck a goose
Hit that lil' bitch with the Glock (Ayy)
Shoot that lil' bitch 'fore the opps
I cannot fuck with these lil' pussy n***as
These n***as be using them props
Only time a n***a ever using props
Only time, only time
Only time, only time
Melly, murder on my mind
Bitch, it's murder on my mind
And I'm really on my grind
Shawty suck that dick slow motion
Yeah I told the ho take her time
I put the dick in her spine
She say "Ooh mine"
I am not married to that lil' bitch, so what's yours is not mine
How I'm just fucking yo bitch on a regular? (Huh)
No it ain't coincidental (Huh)
All up, all up in her (Ayy)
I'm all up in her head like a splinter (Huh)
I'm all in her ass like a splinter (Huh)
No it is not coincidental
Melly fuck on yo bitch inside a rental (Ay)
Fuckin' your bitch in a rental
Fuckin' your bitch in a shplatt (Ay)
Fuck that lil bitch from the back (Ay)
And you know I'm Michael Jack-Son
Told the ho "Where you at then?"
Hold up wait, Toni Braxton
And the way that pistol sing, y'all n***as really get to whack-In (Huh)