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We Want Smoke (feat. YNW Melly & JayDaYoungan)

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Tray Plus

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jamell Demons

Songwriter

Javorius Scott

Songwriter

Trashon Waller

Songwriter

Ronald Simpson

Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I pound shit

Young **** world

Young **** way

Hop out with them 'Ks and we let it spray

[Verse 2]

These pussy **** talkin' like they on it

Is that smoke inside your Swisher? 'Cause I want it

I got killers with them pistols round the corner

Don't you play with us 'cause, baby boy, we won't tell

We tryna catch a ****'s soul and replenish it

We tryna kill a pussy ****, gonna end the bit

We ain't fucking with these ****, like we celibate

Choppa knock a pussy **** out his element

[Verse 3]

Pour shit out, we on the block

My brother stay totin' the Glock

Move wrong, somebody get shot

I grind hard for whatever I got

I'm on the road, I be after the guap

No I can't stop until Youngan on top

Brand new foreign, copped it off the lot

Bitch **** hatin', they want me to flop

Bands in my pocket, I stay with them knots

I still am goin', ain't never gon' stop

Free all my ****, and fuck all the cops

Got hella pistols for all of the opps

Get the bag, and then I go the other way

If I ain't hustlin', flippin' packs

I'm probably somewhere out of state

Bitch, I'm a real ****, you can see it in my face

No, I ain't got no time to waste

You on that fake shit, can't relate

I spent the racks up in BAPE

Sippin' on lean, and I can't feel my face

Free chopper, he fightin' the case

We was just thinkin' of clutchin' them 'Ks

I pray to God they don't play

I let my shooter wet him like a lake

We thuggin' on this every day

Bitch, you can get it, just stay in your place

[Verse 4]

These pussy **** talkin' like they on it

Is that smoke inside your Swisher? 'Cause I want it

I got killers with them pistols round the corner

Don't you play with us 'cause, baby boy, we won't tell

We tryna catch a ****'s soul and replenish it

We tryna kill a pussy ****, gonna end the bit

We ain't fucking with these ****, like we celibate

Choppa knock a pussy **** out his element

[Verse 5]

B-L-double O-D-G-A-N-G, I'm so true to this

Youngan out here wylin' with the scrappy on that stupid shit

**** D ridin' on the game, they on that groupie shit

Catch a **** slippin', hit his head with that extended clip

We got extensions, huh

Step in Givenchy, huh

He want it first, he want a price

We need to pitch in, huh

Shoot at your mom, bitch, huh

I don't go to prom, bitch, huh

Don't fuck with a vault, ****, huh

We tryna start shit, huh

We tryna load up them choppers and call up them robbers

And dump shit, huh

My **** really some hires

They sit, waitin', ready to pump shit, huh

You can get slumped quick, huh

I don't want no Swisher

I'm tryna smoke on a backwood with all of my young ****

[Verse 6]

These pussy **** talkin' like they on it

Is that smoke inside your Swisher? 'Cause I want it

I got killers with them pistols round the corner

Don't you play with us 'cause, baby boy, we won't tell

We tryna catch a ****'s soul and replenish it

We tryna kill a pussy ****, gonna end the bit

We ain't fucking with these ****, like we celibate

Choppa knock a pussy **** out his element

Written by: Jamell Demons, Javorius Scott, Ronald Simpson, Trashon Waller

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