No Smoke

(album: The Return Of East Atlanta Santa - 2016)

Why you flexing boy you don't want no smoke...

Keep on taking these picture holding these straps but you a non smoker
You ain't no gun toter, pussy you ain't no real soldier
You ain't make your enemy buy black roses
Now the young nigga head smoking
Nigga stop that pump faking who the fuck is you Tom Brady?
My young niggas dumb crazy, might snatch your old lady
You ain't shot nobody nigga
Doin all that, we ain't scared of nobody nigga
Mac 90 with a telescope
Man I thought you were supposed to sell the dope
Then why the fuck is you filming it
Finger fucking my F&H
Baby lets get intimate
Just like a gangster nigga, just like a gentleman
Dressed like a gentleman

Why you flexing boy you don't want no smoke...

My shooters they don't pose for pictures
They ain't doing no rappin nigga
You ain't hit no licks, you ain't sold no bricks
You ain't did no trapping nigga (no)
These rappers [?]
I'm headed my M&M
I don't need no niggas to like me, bitch I'm a grown man
Let me give you a lesson, Guwop I'm bouldercresting
You and all them non smokers go to the non smoking section
We see them choppers blamming, fuck all that instagramming
You think you was killing Cam Newton the way that nigga scrambling
It's yo life you gambling
Bout to cause a stampedge
Hoe in the club tryna run away from me
Better have a plan B, you understand me
Gucci don't care bout no nigga living
Don't care if you nine feet

Why you flexing boy you don't want no smoke...