CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Free Smoke
Brrrr-a
Brrt, brrrt
Get the feeling out my body like
Ah, ah, ah
NLE sh*t
Brrt, brrt, brrt
NLE
DJ Kidd, that's a hit for sure
I got a feeling n***as plottin' on some hatin' sh*t
Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a b*t*h
Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' sh*t
Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that sh*t
I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll
They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so
Flip that n***a car, turn into a bagel
Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed
I got a call telling me that a n***a want smoke
New style carbon, with a scope, it's gon' take off his throat
Jump in that water, yeah it's hot, my n***as uppin' the score
Catch him slippin' at that red light, b*t*h he gon' fold
Drop top, hot box, I like to slam and pick opps
If a n***a play with us, we gon' knock his head off
Roll me a blunt, just to smoke, then I nod off
Poppin' all this Perc', I think a young n***a mind off
N***a f**k that, which one of you pu**y n***as playin' suspect?
Walk down on a n***a broad day, yeah we gon' touch that
Actin' like you gangsta gon' get you slippin', you can't come back
Hit him with them bullets straight through his mouth, now he can't talk back, so talk that
Yeah, you like the way them diamonds dance, huh?
Yeah, NLE b*t*h
Huh? Yeah
What I say? NLE, know that the f**k goin' on
Aye, yeah, aye
And if it's pressure in this smoke, we gon' smoke him like some dope
I'ma pull up, let it blow, b*t*h you already know
And we be schemin', we be plottin', we be fiending for these bodies
If the opps up in this party, then we killing everybody
Put suppressors on this choppa, b*t*h I'm shootin' up in silence
Free my n***a Angeleese, and free my n***as up in Wilding
Got two opps downtown, I hope they post bond
I'ma kill both of 'em, I might just kill the son
These n***as scared of me, they see my face, I swear that they run
The murders make a n***a happy 'cause we do this for fun
What's up with these pu**y n***as keep on plottin' on me?
James Harden Choppa, 'cause I keep that rocket on me
Big Grape up in this b*t*h, you can't stop a G
If you not a Crip, you can't touch my body and my tops
This sh*t is facts, and that sh*t is real
For my n***as I'd kill, I'd do a hundred some years, I swear to God I won't squeal
Spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again
If it don't kill you, I'ma shoot the shoot, then I'ma hit the friend
Spin again, spin again, spin again, my n***a just comprehend
Spin one more, two times, spin three times, I'ma kill the friend
Yeah, aye, NLE you know how we comin' n***a
NLE the army, the Navy, anything you wanna do, don't play me
Bullets burn 'em like some gravy
I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't even gon' say much
That glizzy tucked, if I up, I'ma bust bust
Yeah, whaddup
B*t*h-a** n***a
NLE sh*t
Know what the f**k goin' on, n***a play, oh yeah, get put on a tee
In the middle of the street
B*t*h
I got a feeling n***as plottin' on some hatin' sh*t
Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a b*t*h
Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' sh*t
Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that sh*t
I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll
They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so
Flip that n***a car, turn into a bagel
Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed
Brrt, brrrt
Get the feeling out my body like
Ah, ah, ah
NLE sh*t
Brrt, brrt, brrt
NLE
DJ Kidd, that's a hit for sure
I got a feeling n***as plottin' on some hatin' sh*t
Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a b*t*h
Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' sh*t
Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that sh*t
I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll
They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so
Flip that n***a car, turn into a bagel
Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed
I got a call telling me that a n***a want smoke
New style carbon, with a scope, it's gon' take off his throat
Jump in that water, yeah it's hot, my n***as uppin' the score
Catch him slippin' at that red light, b*t*h he gon' fold
Drop top, hot box, I like to slam and pick opps
If a n***a play with us, we gon' knock his head off
Roll me a blunt, just to smoke, then I nod off
Poppin' all this Perc', I think a young n***a mind off
N***a f**k that, which one of you pu**y n***as playin' suspect?
Walk down on a n***a broad day, yeah we gon' touch that
Actin' like you gangsta gon' get you slippin', you can't come back
Hit him with them bullets straight through his mouth, now he can't talk back, so talk that
Yeah, you like the way them diamonds dance, huh?
Yeah, NLE b*t*h
Huh? Yeah
What I say? NLE, know that the f**k goin' on
Aye, yeah, aye
And if it's pressure in this smoke, we gon' smoke him like some dope
I'ma pull up, let it blow, b*t*h you already know
And we be schemin', we be plottin', we be fiending for these bodies
If the opps up in this party, then we killing everybody
Put suppressors on this choppa, b*t*h I'm shootin' up in silence
Free my n***a Angeleese, and free my n***as up in Wilding
Got two opps downtown, I hope they post bond
I'ma kill both of 'em, I might just kill the son
These n***as scared of me, they see my face, I swear that they run
The murders make a n***a happy 'cause we do this for fun
What's up with these pu**y n***as keep on plottin' on me?
James Harden Choppa, 'cause I keep that rocket on me
Big Grape up in this b*t*h, you can't stop a G
If you not a Crip, you can't touch my body and my tops
This sh*t is facts, and that sh*t is real
For my n***as I'd kill, I'd do a hundred some years, I swear to God I won't squeal
Spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again
If it don't kill you, I'ma shoot the shoot, then I'ma hit the friend
Spin again, spin again, spin again, my n***a just comprehend
Spin one more, two times, spin three times, I'ma kill the friend
Yeah, aye, NLE you know how we comin' n***a
NLE the army, the Navy, anything you wanna do, don't play me
Bullets burn 'em like some gravy
I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't even gon' say much
That glizzy tucked, if I up, I'ma bust bust
Yeah, whaddup
B*t*h-a** n***a
NLE sh*t
Know what the f**k goin' on, n***a play, oh yeah, get put on a tee
In the middle of the street
B*t*h
I got a feeling n***as plottin' on some hatin' sh*t
Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a b*t*h
Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' sh*t
Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that sh*t
I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll
They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so
Flip that n***a car, turn into a bagel
Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed
