[Intro]
It's about that time now
We up outta here
Migo Dope
WerDope
I Am The Streetz

[Hook]
[Lil Jay]
N***a don't want no smoke
N***a don't want no smoke
Shots fired, man down
Murder, She Wrote (Murder, She Wrote)
N***a don't want no smoke
N***a don't want no smoke
N***as quiet when them bodies hit the floor (they hit the floor)
[x2]

[Migo Dope]
N***as don't want no smoke
Catch his ass at the liquor store
Man down, man down
Bodies hittin' the floor
First 48 murder, yeah she wrote
N***as don't want no smoke
They can't afford that dope (that dope, that dope)
N***as don't want no smoke
That Mac-11, I tote (I tote, I tote)
Free Nito, that's my fuckin' bro
It's FBG and WerDope, we love gun smoke
We will rob a n***a and ain't even broke
Call Amigo he vato loco with the smoke
No face, no case, that's Murder, She Wrote
[Hook]

[Billionaire Black]
N***as don't want no smoke
N***as don't want no beef (at all)
30-shot nina on me
Catch a op it's R.I.P
Hopped in my True Religions
Strapped on my PRPs (designer)
Imma flood these streets with this work
Somethin' like New Orleans
These n***as don't want smoke
These n***as don't want action (Ain't makin' no noise)
My n***as team no lackin'
Catch a op lackin, it's crackin

[187 Murda]
Ride down a n***a and strap him
[?] pop, let 'em have it
Skeet off from that brand new magnum
And I fucked your bitch with a magnet

[Billionaire Black]
Y'all n***as don't want smoke
Said y'all n***as don't want smoke
Got 30 shots clip [?]
Catch an op lackin' he smoked (he smoked, he smoked)
Smokin' for a n***a like dope
We hold them when I kick your door
[?]
[?]
[Hook]

N***as don't want no smoke
A n***a smell like dope
[?]
See a op, yeah Imma go broke
You better know life ain't no joke
And most n***as ain't got hope (n***as ain't got hope)
So it's team no lackin' [?]
N***as don't want no smoke
I nail n***as straight to the cross
N***as want beef with me
They can die, and that's on the boss (that shit on the boss)
[?]
Quarterback in the field
Throwin' bullets at a n***a you Randy Moss
Shout out my Amigo
He give me them kilos on the D-Lo
[?]
Order up a chicken, might as well order three more
My n***as wylin' out in the field just like Steve-O
Let's get it

[Hook]

[Lil Jay]
N***a don't want no smoke
N***a ain't with the shit
Hit his ass with a clip, now he do about 4-5 flips
Boy I'll finish outside where we just dumped that shit
Your bitch with a ride with Zeke
Cause you know that Zeke the shit
N***a better bust a 40 when he see this clip
N***a don't want no smoke
My team ain't no ho
Bust a bitch down and you know she givin' throat
Hit his ass with a Ruger, now he hit the floor (hit the floor)
[Hook]

Shout out to WerDope
Shout out to the homie, Migo Dope
Be on the lookout
For that next project
I don't rap, I trap
Yeah
Hosted by your boy
Head Debiase
Gun Rue's finest
Fuck wit' me
Cap City
To Gun Rue
To Chi-Town
We out