Look, huh
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah (L-L-Look Rush Hour 8)
Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh
Now my pockets never anorexic
Catch me in a big body whip, huh
And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off
Got this baddie toppin' shit, huh
In my hood, get folded like a futon
Still no comfort in this bitch, huh
Rappin' just a niche, look
Know they watchin' shit, huh
So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon
But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit
Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)
You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga
(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)
I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)
Look, you wasn't there for the rain
You wasn't there through the storm (you wasn't there through the storm)
All this rage'll make a nigga back out
Don't get blicked, baow, nigga
Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down
He get glit, baow nigga
Ain't no buck now here
Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip
I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk
Tell the shooters go and put him on a list
Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)
I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)
Bro saw that nigga through the tint
And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)
Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick
All that shootin' they said that they doin'
They still ain't make a hit (no)
Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish
Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)
Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)
Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)
Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)
Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)
Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)
They release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)
Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps
(Ride through the hood with like two straps)
Ride in the coupe and put the roof back
We hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)
Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)
Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)
Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)
Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga
Hate these soft ass niggas
Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)
Run and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)
Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)
I'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)
Father was a gunshot victim
That's how I know them gunshots vicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)
So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'
I get in contact with it (contact)
So much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)
Make his mama get in contact with me
.45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)
When we had nothin' we still made somethin'
Send a crackhead in the store, and they came out runnin'
I bought that shit for the third of the price
You know I don't promote violence, but the young bulls wanna earn their stripes
She came to the West, no Kanye
Rihanna ting when I tell her to turn off the lights
She want she wanna act all nice
She wouldn't be here if it weren't for the hype
No word of a lie, he talkin' my name in the song and I ain't even heard of the guy
I just hit up the gang like, "Pack all your bags, and meet me at terminal five"
You see my 'Gram, you don't know what I'm like
'Cause I don't post about personal life
W-W-W-What they don't want you to see, they do right in front of your eyes
She f*cked ten man tryna find my bag, but darlin', I'm one of a kind
When I came in the game I've never seen so much man get shove to the side
Been on the move, I'm missin' my bros, I ain't seen my mum in a while
When we had nothin' we still made somethin'
Send a crackhead in the store, and they came out runnin'
I bought that shit for the third of the price
You know I don't promote violence, but the young bulls wanna earn their stripes
She came to the West, no Kanye
Rihanna ting when I tell her to turn off the lights
Kyto Beats - No Smoke Lyrics
Kyto Beats - No Smoke Lyrics
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Look, huh
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah (L-L-Look Rush Hour 8)
Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh
Now my pockets never anorexic
Catch me in a big body whip, huh
And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off
Got this baddie toppin' shit, huh
In my hood, get folded like a futon
Still no comfort in this bitch, huh
Rappin' just a niche, look
Know they watchin' shit, huh
So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon
But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit
Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)
You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga
(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)
I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)
Look, you wasn't there for the rain
You wasn't there through the storm (you wasn't there through the storm)
All this rage'll make a nigga back out
Don't get blicked, baow, nigga
Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down
He get glit, baow nigga
Ain't no buck now here
Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip
I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk
Tell the shooters go and put him on a list
Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)
I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)
Bro saw that nigga through the tint
And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)
Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick
All that shootin' they said that they doin'
They still ain't make a hit (no)
Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish
Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)
Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)
Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)
Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)
Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)
Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)
They release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)
Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps
(Ride through the hood with like two straps)
Ride in the coupe and put the roof back
We hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)
Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)
Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)
Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)
Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga
Hate these soft ass niggas
Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)
Run and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)
Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)
I'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)
Father was a gunshot victim
That's how I know them gunshots vicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)
So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'
I get in contact with it (contact)
So much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)
Make his mama get in contact with me
.45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)
When we had nothin' we still made somethin'
Send a crackhead in the store, and they came out runnin'
I bought that shit for the third of the price
You know I don't promote violence, but the young bulls wanna earn their stripes
She came to the West, no Kanye
Rihanna ting when I tell her to turn off the lights
She want she wanna act all nice
She wouldn't be here if it weren't for the hype
No word of a lie, he talkin' my name in the song and I ain't even heard of the guy
I just hit up the gang like, "Pack all your bags, and meet me at terminal five"
You see my 'Gram, you don't know what I'm like
'Cause I don't post about personal life
W-W-W-What they don't want you to see, they do right in front of your eyes
She f*cked ten man tryna find my bag, but darlin', I'm one of a kind
When I came in the game I've never seen so much man get shove to the side
Been on the move, I'm missin' my bros, I ain't seen my mum in a while
When we had nothin' we still made somethin'
Send a crackhead in the store, and they came out runnin'
I bought that shit for the third of the price
You know I don't promote violence, but the young bulls wanna earn their stripes
She came to the West, no Kanye
Rihanna ting when I tell her to turn off the lights
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah (L-L-Look Rush Hour 8)
Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh
Now my pockets never anorexic
Catch me in a big body whip, huh
And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off
Got this baddie toppin' shit, huh
In my hood, get folded like a futon
Still no comfort in this bitch, huh
Rappin' just a niche, look
Know they watchin' shit, huh
So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon
But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit
Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)
You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga
(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)
I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)
Look, you wasn't there for the rain
You wasn't there through the storm (you wasn't there through the storm)
All this rage'll make a nigga back out
Don't get blicked, baow, nigga
Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down
He get glit, baow nigga
Ain't no buck now here
Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip
I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk
Tell the shooters go and put him on a list
Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)
I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)
Bro saw that nigga through the tint
And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)
Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick
All that shootin' they said that they doin'
They still ain't make a hit (no)
Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish
Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)
Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)
Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)
Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)
Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)
Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)
They release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)
Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps
(Ride through the hood with like two straps)
Ride in the coupe and put the roof back
We hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)
Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)
Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)
Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)
Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga
Hate these soft ass niggas
Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)
Run and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)
Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)
I'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)
Father was a gunshot victim
That's how I know them gunshots vicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)
So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'
I get in contact with it (contact)
So much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)
Make his mama get in contact with me
.45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)
When we had nothin' we still made somethin'
Send a crackhead in the store, and they came out runnin'
I bought that shit for the third of the price
You know I don't promote violence, but the young bulls wanna earn their stripes
She came to the West, no Kanye
Rihanna ting when I tell her to turn off the lights
She want she wanna act all nice
She wouldn't be here if it weren't for the hype
No word of a lie, he talkin' my name in the song and I ain't even heard of the guy
I just hit up the gang like, "Pack all your bags, and meet me at terminal five"
You see my 'Gram, you don't know what I'm like
'Cause I don't post about personal life
W-W-W-What they don't want you to see, they do right in front of your eyes
She f*cked ten man tryna find my bag, but darlin', I'm one of a kind
When I came in the game I've never seen so much man get shove to the side
Been on the move, I'm missin' my bros, I ain't seen my mum in a while
When we had nothin' we still made somethin'
Send a crackhead in the store, and they came out runnin'
I bought that shit for the third of the price
You know I don't promote violence, but the young bulls wanna earn their stripes
She came to the West, no Kanye
Rihanna ting when I tell her to turn off the lights
Writer: Kyto Beats
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid