All Da Smoke
(专辑: SUPER SLIMEY - 2017)
[Young Thug (Future):] (You it, I'm it, everybody it) We want all the
smoke, we want all the
smoke We want, I
want smoke We want all the
smoke Yeah he just-he just breaking up the
ice We leaning, facts (Yeah) Slatt [Future (Young Thug):] Stacking it tall (Thugger) Every nigga out my city became a
boss (became) Know she rolling, 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 feeling ya (ooh) I
been eating me some heroin, oh about a
brick (yeah yeah) I
got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah) Blowed your college fund on my bitch (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
sitting in the
box (facts) My dog rock a
Rollie in the
feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks) We had the
bando going crazy in the
SWATs (in the
what?) Ten-four, they running up on all the
opps [Future (Young Thug):] 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) [Young Thug:] This money turning me on, ayy This money turning me on (on, turn me on) I'm thinking out loud, but these hundreds got a
nigga 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 bitch, 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 popping seals I
got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill 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
dope do the
windmill Nigga swing through Actavis In a
corner too, I'm killed And I
was in Miami counting a
mil, ayy I
told my bitch, no more ass shots She stopped all the
way like a
stop sign when it's traffic time My diamonds go around like Budweiser Count a
half a
mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy Came up out the
projects, ain't have shit (on God) I
wiped a
nigga'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
fishscale, K
and got racks, ayy [Future & Young Thug:] 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 [Young Thug:] 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