Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Smoke, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Song language: English
No Smoke |
| Please don’t come near with the powder lookin for mirrors |
| Get outta go disappear gotta lotta smoke up in here |
| I’m not a boat but I feel like everybody is on a pier |
| An they’re just watching as I float an their hopin to commandeer |
| What I smoke believe me it’s outta this atmosphere |
| Not a joke like the shit y’all token from what I hear |
| Got the potion wrapped up in a paper I’m bout to smoke |
| It all now an do the same shit later |
| I wanna make a pot vow for all my haters |
| You’re never touching this loud so get out our faces |
| I’m so lit right now in the darkest places |
| When it hit like pow they’ll be no traces MNE I’m out |
| Don’t want no smoke Deadman always go for broke |
| Check the headstone of the last took me for a joke |
| Here now lies the one that’s most despised |
| Most hated that ain’t debated anyone knew em in life |
| Who needs a pen or sword |
| Loaded gauge on the dashboard |
| Pull it like a ripcord |
| They calling for the lord |
| An best believe it I don’t blame em |
| When they dead guy come calling best not to entertain em |
| Ayo my nickname sir smoke a lot |
| Smoke a lot of that potent pot |
| Chill with he who grow the crops |
| Weed be looking like Photoshop |
| Need a dutchie hit the store |
| Zip or more what I always cop |
| I’ll blow my top if you try to give me shake just like a soda pop |
| Say what |
| Blazed up 8th of crumble caked up |
| Grade A-Buds and a Dutch |
| Fucked up like a pay cut |
| On couch lock I can’t budge |
| Smell it but they can’t touch |
| Haze and wax I blaze it fast |
| Stay on track like a train does |
| Graduated from murder high I’m educated |
| And I show up to murders high pre medicated |
| Stole ya weed stashed it in my fat rolls |
| I’m an axe hole ate all ya casserole |
| Ima dick that’s the point fuck you gonna do |
| I’ll smoke ya whole joint and eat the roach in front of you |
| An that’s for damn sure y’all don’t want the smoke |
| You’ll get canned sir hole in ya throat |
| Me and dawgs, callin out fakers like wizard of Oz |
| Hit a few licks, then I get fucked up, you pussies bore me, psh yawn |
| Better be gone the minute I roll up unless all y’all wanna brawl |
| I got bitches down to throw hands to Khamala KHAN! |
| It’s on |
| Boy I’m more connected then the mcu |
| Pill bottles just like me cause they empty too |
| Senzu beanz, get me in the best of moods |
| A flight of a stairs will the only thang u stepping to |
| I smoke weed in excessive amounts ya know |
| Cause the world constantly stressing me out let’s go |
| Reminding everybody what we about they know |
| We smoke in the lungs and words out the mouth so |
| Bars to the beat for love and not the clout tho |
| It’s all heat not even Thomas’s doubt bro |
| Anonymous keyboard killers and born trolls |
| Better check ya nuts and ya hard drives they don’t want smoke! |
| I don’t smoke but my pistol is red hot |
| Black Talons in tha clip a pearl grip and a red dot |
| You still wanna trip well let’s see when tha lead drop |
| Best button up ya lip or get hit with tha head shot |
| Cause you don’t want it with ninja |
| Bitch I am battle cat and you are Cringer |
| Lit ya up like a blunt and pass yo ass to Jesus |
| Sorry bout ya luck sad ya had to leave us |
| Whudup family? |
| Let me hop in rotation |
| Enormous smoke clouds form from the pot that we blazin |
| In a house of a 1000 corpses getting wasted |
| With Doctor Satan Smoke weed like it’s my occupation |
| The flower bring me back reincarnation |
| Bound to pass a pound of grass |
| Now what in the tarnation is going on here? |
| It’s another one, MNE we troublesome |
| Here to chief hash kick ass and chew bubblegum what |
| (Hellhouse in this bitch) |
| Ay, it’s OTH |
| When I’m high don’t be fuckin with my vibes |
| Cause when I’m on the way down might fuck a round and end your life |
| You’re at the top of my queue an now I’m on my way through |
| And if I see you you’re headed for the I C U |
| Yeah and that is no joke |
| Naw, when I’m coming for you there’s no hope |
| I promise you you ain’t want no smoke |
| Cause if I get provoked then your legs get broke bitch |
| Y’all don’t want it 'cause I got the smoke it drop you to the flow |
| You might wanna watch your intake prolly something you should know |
| Highly medicated all the mutha fuckin' time |
| Smellin like dispensaries when I be walkin' by |
| Glob mob hookin' up the sticky |
| Flower from the W it’s lookin' real pretty |
| Locs always on but you know my eyes bleed |
| And I stay strapped wit a Twiztid wrap for rollin' up my weed |
| Tom Brady couldn’t play me at all |
| Even when I’m too high smokin with Jamie and Paul |
| We in the war room plannin out a crazy assault |
| Mothafuckas on me hatin cuz they ladys in awe |
| We pepper stompin ain’t no boo boo in these wicked wraps |
| We never stoppin makin boo coo cheddar biscuit stacks |
| Somebody pass me an axe that I can stick in backs |
| Even with this sickness mask I’m still spitting facts |
| It’s James |