Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smokey , by - Benny. Release date: 09.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smokey |
| DJ Gutta Butta |
| Yes, yes |
| We in the field slidin' down, tryna blitz somethin' |
| Said fuck a plug, kick door, watch me flip somethin' |
| And how y’all killers when most of your niggas victims? |
| Hit somethin', empty the clips and you still ain’t pin nothin' |
| 'Cause I ain’t that hard to find (Not at all) |
| Pop out, don’t try to hide (Where you at?) |
| Gunshot kill your appetite |
| Don’t stop at that light when you know it’s on sight |
| My pistol get to knocking like the police on a search and a seize |
| These tools allergic to the opps 'cause when they see 'em, they sneeze |
| I’m rollin' off a pill, now I might come off a lil' mean |
| And this one for the team, my niggas throwin' M’s, ain’t no B’s |
| My niggas with that |
| Like a deflated tire, leave your shit flat |
| We play with XD’s, these ain’t no XO’s like it’s tic-tac |
| I ain’t with that chit-chat, long nose on a big strap |
| Treat the opper like a mole, that lil' nigga just got his shit whacked |
| Matty hero where I’m posted, so I’m throwin' the eight |
| These choppers quick to get to blowin' like I’m blowin' a cake |
| And I’m laggin' on a bitch like I’m loadin' a game |
| Try comparing me with them, bitch, you can’t show me a name, nigga |
| We in the field slidin' down, tryna blitz somethin' |
| Said fuck a plug, kick door, watch me flip somethin' |
| And how y’all killers when most of your niggas victims? |
| Hit somethin', empty the clips and you still ain’t pin nothin' |
| 'Cause I ain’t that hard to find (Not at all) |
| Pop out, don’t try to hide (Where you at?) |
| Gunshot kill your appetite |
| Don’t stop at that light when you know it’s on sight |
| It’s too smoky, swear these streets ain’t safe no more |
| If you got a chance, then take it, don’t wait too long |
| I ain’t trippin' off no bitch, I hate you hoes |
| I’m just tryna get rich, driving fast whips |
| I let go of all my grudges 'cause it’s past tense |
| I was a young hot nigga, that was back then |
| Tryna leave this shit alone and run that bag in |
| But let a nigga try and play me, he might backflip |
| Facts, bitch, really I am ill and I just act sick |
| Swear my only way up out of here is with this rap shit |
| Told my niggas that it’s on the love with me, just tap in |
| (Told my niggas that it’s on the love with me, just tap in) |
| We in the field slidin' down, tryna blitz somethin' |
| Said fuck a plug, kick door, watch me flip somethin' |
| And how y’all killers when most of your niggas victims? |
| Hit somethin', empty the clips and you still ain’t pin nothin' |
| 'Cause I ain’t that hard to find (Not at all) |
| Pop out, don’t try to hide (Where you at?) |
| Gunshot kill your appetite |
| Don’t stop at that light when you know it’s on sight |
| Bustin' when I’m squeezin', aim this bitch with precision |
| Pay attention to your big homie, when he talk, better listen |
| Lil' nigga, swear to God you ain’t ready for how we livin' |
| Gettin' tired of this life so I’m tryna show brother different |
| Drop a bag on your neck and watch how quick niggas collect |
| Headshots, but we still got some shit to clear through that vest |
| You niggas fish out of water, grab that rod and reel 'em in |
| They always offered me deals, but it was took to the chin |
| Never gave a fuck what you bitch niggas thought |
| May record or either brother get you bitch niggas chalked |
| If one go, we all go, if one foght, we all foght |
| And I know you ain’t livin' like that 'cause you bitch niggas soft |
| Chedda B, that’s my brother, he was there when I ain’t have it |
| If he call, then I’m slidin' with sticks, drums automatic |
| I’m addicted to the syrup, I got an expensive habit |
| And you suckers be the reason why these situations tragic, period |
| We in the field slidin' down, tryna blitz somethin' |
| Said fuck a plug, kick door, watch me flip somethin' |
| And how y’all killers when most of your niggas victims? |
| Hit somethin', empty the clips and you still ain’t pin nothin' |
| 'Cause I ain’t that hard to find (Not at all) |
| Pop out, don’t try to hide (Where you at?) |
| Gunshot kill your appetite |
| Don’t stop at that light when you know it’s on sight |