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Smoke Supreme - No Raccs (YMG Diss) Lyrics



Smoke Supreme - No Raccs (YMG Diss) Lyrics




Hahaha
Guess they want smoke huh?
Well it's smoke then, aye

F*ck a YMG, naw they can't hang with me (nope)
Boy your money funny, stay f*ck away from me (uh-huh)
Boy y'all smellin' horrible, y'all need to spray febreze (damn)
F*ck a YMG, tell em boys to suck on these, aye (woo)
I stopped workin' with you cause you wasn't payin' me (nah)
Wantin' shit for free, talking bout "we family" (un-uh)
We ain't family, I ain't with your clique, I got my own team (yeah)
Major Smoke is what I rep and that's until the death of me, aye

First off, I'mma start like this
Balenciagas on my kicks, YMG could slob my dick
If he sayin' it's on sight then I'mma buy some hollow tips (pow pow pow)
I could Uber to you so don't make me find out where you live (skrt)
Richie Raccs you smokin' crack, thinkin' you want smoke with me (oof)
Put that chrome to my dome if you ain't ovary (do it)
And it's 30 bucks to mix your song that you still owe to me (30)
50 dollars for a feature, asked me for a verse for free
Richie Raccs yo ass a clown, tell your ass to pipe down
You can't even come around, boy your ass is out of town (yuh)
Run up on em, gun em down, hit em with the 50 round
Leave his ass on the ground, disappear without a sound
I done gave your boy my address, where you at, pull up and shit (skrt)
I'm chillin' in my room cause i know you ain't doin shit (chillin)
Pussy boy get out your feelings I'm so f*ckin' through with it
I'mma go and count the green, while u stayin' blue with it (pussy)

F*ck a YMG, naw they can't hang with me (nope)
Boy your money funny, stay f*ck away from me (uh-huh)
Boy y'all smellin' horrible, y'all need to spray febreze (damn)
F*ck a YMG, tell em boys to suck on these, aye (woo)
I stopped workin' with you cause y'all wasn't payin' me (nah)
Wantin' shit for free, talking bout "we family" (un-uh)
We ain't family, I ain't with your clique, I got my own team (yeah)
Major Smoke is what I rep and that's until the death of me, aye
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Hahaha
Guess they want smoke huh?
Well it's smoke then, aye

F*ck a YMG, naw they can't hang with me (nope)
Boy your money funny, stay f*ck away from me (uh-huh)
Boy y'all smellin' horrible, y'all need to spray febreze (damn)
F*ck a YMG, tell em boys to suck on these, aye (woo)
I stopped workin' with you cause you wasn't payin' me (nah)
Wantin' shit for free, talking bout "we family" (un-uh)
We ain't family, I ain't with your clique, I got my own team (yeah)
Major Smoke is what I rep and that's until the death of me, aye

First off, I'mma start like this
Balenciagas on my kicks, YMG could slob my dick
If he sayin' it's on sight then I'mma buy some hollow tips (pow pow pow)
I could Uber to you so don't make me find out where you live (skrt)
Richie Raccs you smokin' crack, thinkin' you want smoke with me (oof)
Put that chrome to my dome if you ain't ovary (do it)
And it's 30 bucks to mix your song that you still owe to me (30)
50 dollars for a feature, asked me for a verse for free
Richie Raccs yo ass a clown, tell your ass to pipe down
You can't even come around, boy your ass is out of town (yuh)
Run up on em, gun em down, hit em with the 50 round
Leave his ass on the ground, disappear without a sound
I done gave your boy my address, where you at, pull up and shit (skrt)
I'm chillin' in my room cause i know you ain't doin shit (chillin)
Pussy boy get out your feelings I'm so f*ckin' through with it
I'mma go and count the green, while u stayin' blue with it (pussy)

F*ck a YMG, naw they can't hang with me (nope)
Boy your money funny, stay f*ck away from me (uh-huh)
Boy y'all smellin' horrible, y'all need to spray febreze (damn)
F*ck a YMG, tell em boys to suck on these, aye (woo)
I stopped workin' with you cause y'all wasn't payin' me (nah)
Wantin' shit for free, talking bout "we family" (un-uh)
We ain't family, I ain't with your clique, I got my own team (yeah)
Major Smoke is what I rep and that's until the death of me, aye
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Writer: Connor Maxwell, Ryan Najjar
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