Smoking Kills

Cairo

I swear Reyes made this

Adam, this cold

They say smoking kills, it gives me chills

How's - not dead? He got smoked and peeled

White T-shirts, we turned them red

'Cah tops get torn and skin get grilled

One way trip to the -, it's local

We don't go 'Top since - got chilled

Most of the - are well-known pussies, most of them man been done by the Hill

Fling it in S or swing my cheffs

I'm smoking - and toking -

Thank God I put down the Smartwhip, prime example is - death

- bop, I'm bopping my chest

Movе to your right, lean to your left

Best run till you run out of brеath

If not, then you're meeting death

I'll come out the booth and hang these boots

If you tell me a man that - wet

Inhale, exhale, lemme catch my breath

Splash that down till the kitchen bends

Hillside, we got the opps all vexxed

Catfish gang, got - and -

Pay for the broth', stop catting for sex

How many man did we put on the bed?

Get the drop, roll up, the response is rapid

Countless man's been caught and slimed

No cap, we had big - planking

Fly out of the ride and show man tactics

Tagged him, bro like, "Yo, you can have him"

Held two blades, no graze on a stabbing

He tried run, I watch LB catch him

Oldest to youngest are all on splashings

I heard that song, turned it off

Just don't get why-

Got one from -, one from the -

One from - and two from -

He tried blow, he was slow

I think fitness more than matters

Our reaction's action, he tried troll till his life was flashin'

I lean back in the car, we ain't got no tints

Splash my man out of his Tech Fleece

Nah, they can't tek' me, their friends in spliffs

Outside, tell a man come get me

Know we don't net beef, we let that rip

Was what it was and it is what it is

- got dropped for makin' a diss, and they ain't got back since he turned spliff

Free P with the P, up the .12 and blast

Opp boys pissed 'cah they lost their chance

I've seen - get yucked so violent

Ask the Trident, had to hold my laugh

Life's not fair, free my darg

Change them plates, burn them garms

Gang don't need no batteries

Ask the patties, man's more than charged

Ask the pussies, man's more than charged

Gang put six of them boys in the stars

Two shots from the dotts, sat a man on his arse

I can't see me an opp and pass

Life's so short, you can lose it fast

He tried diss, so we turned him grass

Few more packs and Lambeth's ours