Romey Racks & Bigga - Smoke

We been them niggas
Came up and sold for the low
Call up my hitter catch one then back on the road
Swerve
We getting lit got to curve
All in my Dm tryna be
Get on my nerves
Racks
Get on my nerve
You know the vibe
Ha
Ha
Ha
Ha
Ha
Let me talk shit to em Rome
I came in here wit the smoke
Tatted my dead on my wrist
Bro everywhere that I go
Look we been them niggas
Came up and sold for the low
Call up my hitter
Catch one then back on the road
Swerve
We getting lit got to curve
All in my Dm tryna be Bm
These bitches get on my nerves
Look
I know some niggas that slide
I know some niggas that won’t
I’ll never switch on my guys
Know we gone ride on a foe
I don’t pretend
I get the picture clearer through my eyes
Ain’t needing no lens
I know some people counting on my downfall
I’m destined to win
I know some people that’s never gon switch up
They here to the end
Everlasting
Too much people did me wrong
Know I’m passed it
Calling them plays like I’m madden
I was broke moving badly
Now I got it still ain’t flashy
Ain’t no money walking pass me
Call yo chick we do the nasty
She put the pussy on the table
Momma tell me don’t you play with yo food and you know that I listen I finish my plate
Hit my momma tell her everything great
Ain’t missing no meals got me gaining some weight
I’m fresh out the trenches
I’m really around it
You niggas be reaching
You better stop trying
Where I’m from it ain’t nothing for bodies to drop
Come around and you see I ain’t lying
Too many niggas been wasting my time
Too many people been wasting my time
I know some killers who really outside
Catching a charge ain’t dropping no dimes
Ain’t giving no names
Ain’t giving no statements
Roll up the weed
Loving the fragrance
Cop me a theezy
Henny I’m tasting
I don’t pretend
I get the picture clearer through my eyes
Ain’t needing no lens
I know some people counting on my downfall
I’m destined to win
Let me talk shit to em Rome
I came in here wit the smoke
Tatted my dead on my wrist
Bro everywhere that I go
Look we been them niggas
Came up and sold for the low
Call up my hitter
Catch one then back on the road
Swerve
We getting lit got to curve
All in my Dm tryna be Bm
These bitches get on my nerves
Look
I know some niggas that slide
I know some niggas that won’t
I’ll never switch on my guys
Know we gone ride on a foe
Let me talk shit to em Rome
I came in here wit the smoke
Tatted my dead on my wrist
Bro everywhere that I go
Look we been them niggas
Came up and sold for the low
Call up my hitter
Catch one then back on the road
Swerve
We getting lit got to curve
All in my Dm tryna be Bm
These bitches get on my nerves
Look
I know some niggas that slide
I know some niggas that won’t
I’ll never switch on my guys
Know we gone ride on a foe

Written by:
LEON WARE, STEVEN ANTHONY WHITE, Richard Jon White, Christopher Frederick Thompson, Julie Elaine Claytor, Mark Gaudet

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