No Smoke

Load up the glizzy with two extensions draw with the fifty

When I up, it ain't no missing, shoot till it's empty

Y'all must ain't heard my last song anybody can get it

I'm on my road to the riches, I ain't stressin' these bitches

Reverse the clip and spend the Benz, put this Glock to his fitted

And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin'

I'm from this village with **** really clutchin' extensions

And that's on crip, the beef ain't squashed till somebody get missin'

Jumped off the porch 'cause I was broke, I got them bands now

Light up a port, cock back my post and knock his man down

And all that Instagram thuggin' gonna get you ran down

And we ain't playin' 'round, choppers get to sprayin' rounds

And when it's up, I swear it's stuck, no ain't understanding

I dropped a bag with my advance that I got from Atlantic

Jumped out sticks and Glocks with dicks and them ****, they panic

The way that Kay stutter, you would think they speakin' Spanish

Shots to the brain if he ever think about touchin' my chain

Brand new Draco sound rusty, but when it shoot, it spit flames

Glock twenty-three extended clip, call it LeBron James

Heard of Lil Tim, he OTM, when he shoot, he got aim

Load up the glizzy with two extensions, draw with the fifty

When I up it ain't no missing, shoot till it's empty

Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it

I'm on my road to the riches, I ain't stressin' these bitches

Reverse the clip and spend the Benz, put this bounce and I'll fit it

And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin'

I'm from this village with **** really clutchin' extensions

And that's on crip, the beef ain't squashed till somebody get missin'

They hated on that life before fame, well this the life after

Hitlist got a book of names, **** don't make the next chapter

Since you actin' like it's smoke with us, fuck it, we handing out cancer

He wish he never spoke on us, catch him at church and murder the pastor

I'm having visions of killin' bodies 'bout to be missin'

I'm dressin' up in black Dickies, you know Lil Leeky wit me

Feds say the shit is ridiculous, Quando Rondo city

Two hundred holes in your car, the news say we overdid it

I drop a bag in the morning, tonight you on a stretcher

I'm ridin' round in a foreign, grippin' on a shell catcher

My youngun do it off the lover, but I'ma still bless 'em

And if he bring back yo head, said I'ma give 'em extra

Load up the glizzy with two extensions draw with the fifty

When I up, it ain't no missing, shoot till it's empty

Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it

I'm on my road to the riches, I ain't stressin' these bitches

Reverse the clip and spend the Benz, bullets bouncin', I'm fitted

And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin'

I'm from this village with **** really clutchin' extensions

And that's on crip, the beef ain't squashed till somebody get missin'