Do you want smoke? Yup We want all the smoke Ayy, Lordy, why you flexin'? I'm livin' in the moment, n***a Smokin' hella gas, your aroma hella potent, n***a Sippin' hella ackee, I'm pourin' hella potion, n***a X's got me trippin', rollin', so watch how you approach me, n***a Let this n***a touch me, his life gon' be so over, n***a I ain't cut his yard, but I'm in the floor with a blower, n***a Even when I was small, my family knew I was golden, n***a Broke down on the block and I still knew I was chosen, n***a Gave my dawg my word, so fuck it, it ain't no foldin', n***a He said I'm stackin' up, they thought that I was Pringles That n***a gang bangin', watch how he twist his fingers He dropped the wrong thing, I'ma up it, ain't no speakin' Hit him with that blicky, I'ma spark it, ain't no reachin' Whole gang gettin' guap, we all up, ain't no leachin' If my dawg follow, grab a plate, we all eat If my dawg down bad, I toss my boy a brick I know we finna go to war, so I threw my boy a stick Big-ass Drake with a drum for a clip A cinnamon bun hangin' off a n***a hip Baggy-ass pants and I'm walkin' with a lip If I see a opp walkin', I'ma poppin' in dip Slangin' Drake's broad day, if a n***a playin' stiff You ain't steppin' like you say, boy, that ain't how you built N***a, talkin' out your n***a, still'll get a n***a killed I got some Rellys bangin' blood, they know I'm bangin' Crip Twist your fingers in my face, guaranteed he get a clip Got a Glocky 23 with a customized grip The automatic .223, hit that n***a in the clip So loaded with you bangin', n***a, what you sayin'? Fuck n***a, I ain't playin', hit that n***a in his head These diamonds on me dancin', had been knew I was bandin' Reloaded, was a bandit, found a beat and then I ran it That wasn't the plan, but I been knew I was dancin' They waitin' on my songs like they got a loaded fetish Crip n***a Al Capone, I might learn to speak some Spanish Work smarter, not harder, learned that shit from my granny Best lesson from my brother, grab that blicky, boy, don't penny I be eatin' on these beats like I ran out of candy Got the Glocky and the Gucci, tomorrow it's the Fendi I'm fresh to death, n***a, bitches say I'm lookin' minty I'ma give this shit my all, I put that shit on me I'ma see a hundred million, get half of it to n***a Take the other fifty, flip it, invest it for my children Use the rest that's left over, find a cure for some sickness If a fuck n***a hatin', I'm too real, you can't mix it right I'm pressin' on my post, but when I kill him, say I'm trippin' I'm the gang, I'm a real smacker, and the streets talk, listen Ballin' hard in the paint, bad boys, we the Pistons We the Pistons