Lyrics We Want Smoke - Tray Plus, YNW Melly, JayDaYoungan

We Want Smoke

Haha, I pound shit
Um, young nigga world
Aye, young niggas
Hop out wit' them K’s and we let it spray
Aye
These pussy niggas talking like they on it
Is that smoke inside your swisher?
'Cause I want it
I got killas with the pistol around the corner
Don’t you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won’t tell
We tryna catch a nigga soul and replenish it
We tryna kill a pussy nigga, go on an' end the bitch
We ain’t fucking with these niggas like we shoulda been
Choppa knock a pussy nigga out his element
Posted up, we on the block
My brother stay toting 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 niggas hating, they want me to flop
Bands in my pockets, I stay with them knots
I say I’m going, I’m never going to stop
Free all my niggas and fuck all the cops
Got hella pistols for all the opps
Get the bag and then I go the other way
If I ain’t hustlin', flipping packs, I’m prolly somewhere out of state
Bitch I’m a real nigga, 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 them racks up in Bape
Sipping on lean, and I can’t feel my face
Free chopper, he fighting a case
We was jus' stackin' and clutching them K’s
I pray to God they don’t play
I let my shooter wet him like a lake
We thuggin' to this everyday
Bitch you can get it, just stay in your place
These pussy niggas talking like they on it
Is that smoke inside your swisher?
'Cause I want it
I got killas with the pistol around the corner
Don’t you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won’t tell
We tryna catch a nigga soul and replenish it
We tryna kill a pussy nigga, go on an' end the bitch
We ain’t fucking with these niggas like we shoulda been
Choppa knock a pussy nigga out his element
B, L, double O, D, G, A, N, G, I’m so true to this
Youngan out here wildin', wit' the scrappy on that stupid shit
Niggas dick riding on the game, they on that groupie shit
Catch a nigga slipping, hit his head with that extended clip
We got extensions (bitch)
Step in Givenchy (huh)
He want it first, he want a price, we need to pitch in (huh)
Shoot at your mom, bitch (bitch)
I don’t go to prom, bitch, huh (bitch)
Don’t fuck with a vault nigga, huh, we tryna start shit, huh
We tryna load up them choppers and call off them robber
And dump shit (yeah)
My niggas really some hires
They say that they ready to pump shit (huh)
You can get slumped quick (bitch)
I don’t want no Swisher
I’m trying to smoke on a Backwood with all of my young niggas
These pussy niggas talking like they on it
Is that smoke inside your swisher?
'Cause I want it
I got killas with the pistol around the corner
Don’t you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won’t tell
We tryna catch a nigga soul and replenish it
We tryna kill a pussy nigga, go on an' end the bitch
We ain’t fucking with these niggas like we shoulda been
Choppa knock a pussy nigga out his element