(Do you want smoke?)
This for the 813
(We want all the smoke)
Now gon' bring the racks out
Bro gon' bring the Mack out
She gon' bring the racks out
We gon' calm they shit down
Lil' brother shoot the three SUV
If he miss, I get the rebound
This ain't no grease, screaming I got killers in my background
Two-seater, foreign coup, but you can't ride with me (fyoom!)
I got a new glizzy right on the side of me
They try to stop me 'cause I'm a prodigy
And they smile in my face, but they don't rock with me (nah)
Come through take property like monopoly
And you might think I'm joking, but this ain't comedy
And I stand on all tens, bitch, you can't body me
And I got a new chain to match my Robin jeans
If I'm dripping too hard, that's my apology
I smoke gilotto out of wood, don't pass the test to me
I know a couple shooters who come in clutch with me
And I know the real reason of why you fuck with me
And I should've known better, look what you did to me
And I'm gon' fly forever, you can't get rid of me
If you a killer, I'm a killer, that don't mean shit to me
And we gon' tax him, you can't get shit for free
I'm just gon' peep and be quiet, 'cause bitches up with me
And I'm so in love with these blues, they get you touched with me
And I can't just trust anybody, this shit run deep with me
And I ain't show you nothing but love, look what you given me
Now gon' bring the racks out
Bro gon' bring the Mack out
She gon' bring the racks out
We gon' calm they shit down
Lil' brother shoot the three SUV
If he miss I get the rebound
This ain't no grease, screaming I got killers in my background