Free Smoke

(album: Life Of Me - 2022)

Ayo, cutoff
Ayy
Hey, it's 2021 (Ayy) but we in 2022 already, ayy
Ooh, [?]
Big six, back on that same shit
1646 Brick Baby
Brr, bop
Ayy, nigga, ayy
What's going on? (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Six (Baow, baow)
Handing out all smoke, nigga
'Dats rule one (Six)
You gon' respect these guns

I got Bibby on my mind, stepping for that boy Osama
That nigga dropped a diss about me, but know I'm the one who shot 'em
Every time a new opp die, we hit the club and pop some bottles
Checking all these niggas temples 'till they claiming that Impala
On the Six wit' them robbers, they the ones who rob the robbers
Point a finger and they drop 'em, I'm original Don Dada
Catching feelin's for my Glock, but still in love with this new choppa
Ask the city, know we litty, we the ones who catching bodies
The other side, they ain't on shit
Dissing A, he got me pissed
Swang on me, he shot and missed
I'm shooting back, he dropped his stick
I put a Carti' on my wrist
I put some bundles on yo' bitch
My shooter told me, "Drop a bag,"
He taking each and every hit
Glock 23 in arm reach
Got 23's on my feet
You can duck from everything, but you can't duck this ARP
Bro watch that cut, watch that street
On that car, on that Jeep
Hit a boss in a Hellcat, I damn near wrecked the SRT
Quarter million worth of diamonds, this shit cost yo' life insurance
Every Glock come wit' a switch, you know I like my bitches foreign
I heard the boss tried to run, they left his head all on a horse
I ain't checking in no city, why you think we buying guns?
Bitch, I'm running to that loot
Like Tupac, I got the juice
I heard you talking like these hoes, outchere lacking, moving loose
Rap capping in the booth
Hopping out that two-door coupe
All I wear is hanging out then sending shots all out the roof

Joke, giving out free smoke
That hoe just dropped yo' lo'
And my killas on go

Nigga, it's smoke
Rule one, don't try to beef if y'ain't got no guns
Rule two, don't start no war if y'ain't got no funds
Rule three, be loyal to yo' loved ones
Rule four, nigga, get the job done

Jump-Out Gang
Blitz Gang
Drench Gang
No Limit Gang
Pistol Gang
No high sound when that switch flame
Dead opps, which names?
Full court press, they switch gangs
All through the 'Raq, know I do my thing
Still pop out with like six chains
Catch 'em outside, flip 'em frown, what?
Harold's, chicken wing
Talking 'bout sliding, knowing they dying
Fuck niggas rap 'bout anything
Dissing the guys, know we gon' find 'em
Hoes dropping lo's, we know where they hiding
Go wait in line, it's a matter of time
Catch niggas right where they momma residing, uh

Joke, giving out free smoke
That hoe just dropped yo' lo'
And my killas on go

Nigga, it's smoke
Rule one, don't try to beef if y'ain't got no guns
Rule two, don't start no war if y'ain't got no funds
Rule three, be loyal to yo' loved ones
Rule four, nigga, get the job done

I ain't beefing wit' no rats
Get that bag, I drop them racks
Told lil' bro, "Go catch a hat"
Nigga know I'm speaking facts
Bibby died, it wasn't no sleep
Out all week, sliding back to back
I was losing focus, like, "Fuck rap
Until I get a fuck nigga smacked"
Nigga, I ain't catching no feelin's
Shooting up the whole city
Murda' one for lil' Bibby
Nigga know I'm a villain
Committing all these killin's
Praying, God forgive me
I know he see me sinning
At the same time, I'm winning

Joke, giving out free smoke
That hoe just dropped yo' lo'
And my killas on go

Nigga, it's smoke
Rule one, don't try to beef if y'ain't got no guns
Rule two, don't start no war if y'ain't got no funds
Rule three, be loyal to yo' loved ones
Rule four, nigga, get the job done