Wristcut - NoSmoke Lyrics

You don't want no smoke
Pull up at yo home
N***a you's a joke
Hit you with that chrome

You don't want no smoke
Pull up at yo home
N***a you's a joke
Hit you with that chrome

You don't want no smoke

Suicidal thoughts in the head never go away
Waiting for the dark night, for the doomsday
Blood spill in the hallway where the dead lay
Loaded clip to the head waiting for gods pray

Pull up with the motherf*ckin' Ak hitting licks
Arm and Hammer, breaking wrist while I'm selling bricks
Whipping that dope like it's f*ckin' cake mix
Repping my shit like it's six double six

Six six six till I crucifix
Trynna crucify, suicide on my bucket list
Cut my f*ckin' blood veins on my wrist
F*ck The Population, bitch I slip tie with the head twist

Deadboy Records on top
If you hear some gun shots better know my gun did pop
Grove side n****s and we killing like we red opps
Always stay strapped, never get caught by the cops

Six five, Grove side, Homicide I can't deny
Got a n***a dead on the corner, that's that homicide
Wristcut in the cut, bout to f*ck a bitch's gut
Got that f*ckin' double cup and you know I don't even bluff

You don't want no smoke
Pull up at yo home
N***a you's a joke
Hit you with that chrome

You don't want no smoke
Pull up at yo home
N***a you's a joke
Hit you with that chrome

You don't want no smoke