Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Webber & Williams , by - Smoke DZA. Release date: 03.06.2021
Song language: English
Webber & Williams |
| Uh-huh |
| Yeah |
| You gotta know |
| You gotta know how you wanna go out in the end |
| (183rd Street) |
| I know how I’ma go out |
| I’m from the get booked, get back, get poppin' |
| Stack it up in Section 8 and then go whip shoppin' |
| My player never slows down and he ain’t with stoppin' (Nah) |
| My brodie caught a body out in Pennsauken |
| State police is runnin' 'round, still askin' questions |
| That’s why I talk to God and only ask for blessings |
| 'Cause everybody’s fucked up out here, it’s mad depressing |
| Young and dumb added lessons, adolescence |
| Was in a bad direction, nobody came and saved me (Nah) |
| I came up off a crop of reggie and a hundred eighties (That was me) |
| You’re only playin' yourself tryna play me (Uh-huh) |
| Who want smoke? |
| I whip this coke like a tinted-up Mercedes |
| Guerilla, goon, gangsta, but I shows class |
| Old head’s worth a couple million, but he smokes glass |
| I know my smoker won’t crack, he just smokes crack |
| He gets me players now, I got him his own jack |
| They call for fifties, and they call for hundreds |
| The game don’t love us, but I fuckin' love it |
| My bro high, he kept on flashin' out his gun in public (That shit on him) |
| Now he doin' five for bein' Perked, Xanny’d up and blunted (Man) |
| DZA, listen here, I can see it crystal clear |
| We gon' make a couple million if the crystal’s clear |
| We consistent here, Christina Aguilera with the Britney Spears |
| And I give 'em smoke, DZA here |
| Crystal clear |
| At this point, we could tally it up before I disappear (Uh) |
| Boxes on deck, I up the different gear |
| Multiple options of transportation to get it here (Really) |
| Plugged up in Cali, home in the Valley |
| It all started with unfathomable numbers and a couple addys |
| They tried to bump it a couple of points 'til I got aggy |
| Shit, you know how they be tryin' to do us East Coast niggas |
| First off, you need the clientele to see those figures |
| Secondly, you can’t stop my bag, we go-getters |
| '04, I was flyin' shit back, ask Third |
| Pickin' up loads, gotta use passwords |
| The irony, goin' into compliancy |
| The storefront from the trap, legally buy my tree (Right) |
| Anything else is uncivilized, minor league |
| Turned my contact book into a dynasty |
| You niggas still tryna catch up and be high as me |
| Never mind, I’m from Harlem, tryna be fly as me |
| OT the Real, Kushed God |
| It’s all tyrants here |