Lyrics Smoke - YP

Smoke

I came through with a woosh
Me and YP twinning
We stepped in different
Still slide like von and yat yola
Fist him hold that, Bside winning
Or slide chacha, Right foot two stomps get beat like pinata
Ive seen bro insert two times now juice get spilled like pina colada
(Verse 2)(YP)
Likkle man step
5"7 With the longest wep
Imma party pooper
Do what i say cause im simon says
Jiggy jiggy on deck bruck it
Pour henny got steck buss it
Get buss in your head, Talk tuff on the net
But live in the flesh your cutting
(Verse 3)(Y.Rose)
All this talk bout creme brule
Rose, Im feeling to cop one
Sweet one with a booty
Nice persona but boujee
You know thats my one
I got round on my j’s
Hustla baby, Bro did you see what i done
Tryna cop me a matic and make them panic
Cuz these teeth bite like python
(Verse 4)(YP)
Take the fluff out your coat for talking
Yo, How does the anglo feel
Lets get it cracking with steel
No fist up when i bucked jez? in the field
Alan ran into mcd’s kitchen
Two in a night man we do this for real
Done a mairead thats shearer
Done it with smoke, Thats shaq o’neal
(Verse 5)(Y.Rose)
They love talkin
But im dun talkin
Like kojo dont be ridiculous
Bro’s ferb on a glide no words stay silent
Creepin moving with diligence
And YP gave jez? and injection thats misconception
He’s filmed that hideous
Keep watch on your block stay vigilent
Catch one do him up, Finish him, Brilliance
(Verse 6)(YP)
Hold that brucky, Steady
Two bruckshots that pop confetti
No fist up grip weps get shelly
I’ve locked off motives like yo how many
Bring a knife out, Ride out Ready
BB’s driving fill it with petty
Chuks got the Fire its tucked
If it gets nicked won’t sing katy perry
(Verse 6)(Y.Rose & YP)
Yo, YP theres opps on the block
Yo, Yo lets get it cracking
Pic up the matic and let them have it
I’ve just seen BT vanish
No suprise got, Got third time
I stomped his wig and big bro slapped him
He got got weren’t part of the plan
But he fucks with the opps so the gang let him have it
(Verse 7)(YP)
You can get cut like shapes in a rave
Samurai gets backed in a instant
What are you gripping a butler blade
If your not from Avenue 9 or A16
Don’t throw up them A’s
We left mory? fighting for his life
On a hospital bed for throwing them k’s
I still drill down the paigons stage
Im a real trap boy from Avenue 9
15 ain’t half of my age
Im talking bags of 7.5
Flick of the wrist in the t
The grub locks in a bowl of ice
She liking the way that I cock it
Grip it, She wanna see me let corn fly
Itch a mans head back taught he got lice
(Verse 9)(Y.Rose)
Cut through the motive
Chill for a moment
I heard theres a bad b selection
Smoke boys we gone come for your section
Bro’s generous ellen gave him akimbo slice and a kick to his melon
Make a girl scream A, Like fivio foreign
Dont slip when the mandem steppin
She looks cute in a plt
She’s a plt lil misa habibti
She call me habibi, All dripped out, She’s an icy girl like saweetie
How low can you go lets limbo, Shotty a tricks up a sleeve houdini
Two steps two cheffs get freaky, I need me a rider something like keke