Aqua Raps - they want smoke (feat. 13! & slayer77) Lyrics

They want smoke, they want smoke I do gone show em what these niggas want
Why with the team when we stumble right down like a fat nigga
Kyrie Irving with the shot in his heel, cat, why the hell would I pass to him
Got seven blickies, I can make a old nigga really turn into a fast nigga

I don't smoke, but when I shoot, I see the steam off the gun
He's gon' have to hit his freakin' back, brother
That's a pussy nigga, need some catnip
Beat his ass, make him do a backflip

When he land, I'ma make him crack, make him hit a blap
Like a Slayer Atlas
Started cussin', now I'm on my trap shit
From a chopped ho to a bad bitch, like it's magic

I can show my worst bitch, and it's better than your best bitch, that's a fact
Alright lil' nigga, my worst bitch better than your best hoe
All the top on that pussy nigga, N-E-A bitch
Lil' nigga, I ain't talkin' bout a retro

And the top got more dog food than a petco
Let me lock it
Got a nigga that I own, really got a hard shit
Tell a nigga I work for myself, big pop shit

Too lit, I'ma knock a nigga outta the side of my skin
I'll divide so fast to the max, I'll quickly take shit
Then pull up and see you in on shit
You in on shits

Boy, you know we don't miss in this lock
You can tell that my heart in this shit
Same shit
These niggas on the same flow, you niggas not diverse

Lil' hoe, you gotta keep that current
This lil' Uzi is sendin' you
This lil' Uzi is sendin' you a vote
Boy, you not with the crew, you ain't part of the herd

They wanted to smoke, I'm like, what is the word
All with the team, we stumble right down like a fat nigga
Kyrie Irving with the shot, and it's Hellcat
Why the hell would I pass to him

Got seven blickies, I could make a old nigga
Really turn into a fast nigga
I don't smoke, but when I shoot, I see the steam off the gun
It's gon' have to hit his freakin' back, bruh

My niggas monkeys, we came from the apes
I walk in the club, and it's through with some bait
I'm feelin' too super, don't got all the cake
But hoe got the cake

Feel like I'm robbin' and babbin
You know he gon' walk like a grace
If I was in Joe and R. Kelly, I'm gettin' my play
And I'm turnin' that bitch to a shank

I guess you could say I got pissed off
I shoot the ball like I'm Chris Paul
Y'all niggas stay
Nigga wanna fight

He wanna walk in the club with a chop
And he left with a cane
You think I'm insane
Honestly, if I see your big ol' body, I'm takin' your chain

Shootin' them blanks
Honestly, I'll get your face
And I'll stomp it until you can't think
What the

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got your girl like I'm Pavar
Bout to go all in on mom, but she sweet like a Pop Star
All of my homies, they lockhearts

We bout to shoot em
You know we gon' knock em
We knock hearts
She wanna, uh

I know she bobbin' her head
Like she hearin' the beat
Cause the beat hurt
Yeah, let's get it, let's get it

Woah, let's get it, let's get it
Too many chunks, but I knock off your fitted
No, I'm not givin' no knockoffs, I'm petty
I'm really the man of my city

Head to the side, just like Richie
My babysitter was fine, bitch
I'ma go f*ck Kiki Vickie, yeah
I don't give a shit, lil' bitch

I'm tryna get busy
I'ma leave stuck in the crib
Still rockin' that Miyake, yeah
Oh, I got us right, it's fizzy

Yeah, that shit light, you get me
That bitch asked one time to f*ck
Told her ass that she got good luck
The day is okay