Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Want Smoke, artist - Tray PlusDate of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |