All da Smoke

作曲：Nayvadius Wilburn,Jeffery Williams,Tony Son

作词：Nayvadius Wilburn,Jeffery Williams,Tony Son

You it I'm it everybody it

We want all the smoke we want all the smoke

We want I want smoke

Yeah he just he just breaking up the ice

Stackin' it tall Thugger

Every n**ga out my city became a boss Became

Know she rollin' holy moly no days off Woo woo

Pyrex cook it up like Kyrie trade you off Let's go

Green and white like Celtics

Don't play with me play with a fork Play with a woo

I'm superior I'm imperial I ain't feelin' ya Ooh

I been eatin' me some h****n oh about a brick Yeah yeah

I got barry bonds on my wrist Yeah

Blowed your college fund on my b**ch Where woo

Out the slums taking a chance toting tommy guns Brrt

Left out of school start selling rocks bought me a drop Skrt

Cartier frames Cartier rings Cartier socks On God

Homicide gang they gon' put you on fox Homicide homicide

Putang ran up a whole M sittin' in the box Facts

My dog rock a rollie in the feds n**ga and still move blocks Racks

We had the bando goin' crazy in the SWATs In the what

Ten-four they runnin' up on all the opps

We want all the smoke Yeah

We want all the smoke Yeah

We want all the smoke Yeah

We want all the smoke Aw yeah

We want all the smoke Yeah

We want all the smoke Yeah

We want all the smoke Huh

This money turning me on ayy

This money turning me on On turn me on

I'm thinkin' out loud but these hundreds got a n**ga gone

Woo far gone I'm so gone on it

Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck yeah yeah

Take the factories off and go and lift it up

Yeah yeah

Lift it up cash all on your b**ch

She on the living room floor yeah

Having a private party you know how that go

Music all in my ears yeah instruments in my ears

I'm in the backyard feeding deers I'm in a penthouse poppin' seals

I got pom-poms in my rear Chanel CoCo in my gear

I missed a couple shows for my deal

If I could take it back I will

And don't you take that to the hat

You know I got you in my will

Told big dog bring them bricks in

Got a hundred more in the crib

Make the d**e do the windmill

N**ga swing through Actavis

In a corner too I'm killed

And I was in Miami countin' a mil ayy

I told my b**ch no more a** shots

She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it's traffic time

My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser

Count a half a mil with my b**ch now her feelings sloppy

Came up out the projects ain't have sh*t

On God

I wiped a n**ga's nose for a ticket

Slime

Hit it from the back Kill it

Make her say slime say Slatt Get it get it

How you dig that

Whip up the fish porque I got racks ayy

We want all the smoke we want all the smoke

We want all the smoke we want all the smoke

We want all the smoke we want all the smoke

We want all the smoke

We want all the smoke we want all the smoke

We want all the smoke we want all the smoke

We want all the smoke we want all the smoke

We want all the smoke

We want all the smoke