Young Da Gawd - Don't Want No Smoke

Y'all niggas don't know
Like wind and trees I blow
Yeah got to get that doe
So I'm baking up a whole loaf yeah
Whipped off in the Acura but I'm saving up for the ghost yeah
You don't want no smoke too much of that will put a hole in your throat yeah
Y'all niggas don't know
Like wind and trees I blow
Yeah got to get that doe
So I'm baking up a whole loaf yeah
Whipped off in the Acura but I'm saving up for the ghost yeah
You don't want no smoke too much of that will put a hole in your throat yeah
Just trying to get away
Feel trapped up in this place
Got a couple thousand on my face
But that don't mean life great
Just mean I'm good at taking shit from a bitch nigga with a good job
Huh no furd no cap nigga just going hard
Going in with my Squad
Had to stab a nigga in da yard
2 40 cows in da car in case niggas trying to go far
I'm sending these like Brett Favre
For that cheese on your head I'll put a hole in it
Pros jersey I'm authentic
Cocaine Coupe came all tented
Bad bitch with no draws in it
Drop the roof with them stars in it
See past the sky that ain't the limit
Out the box but you thinking in it
That right there ain't going to make a penny
Wise to the fact
You kicked me while I was fucking down
Now I'm giving back (bloo)
Y'all niggas don't know
Like wind and trees I blow
Yeah
Got to get that doe
So I'm baking up a whole loaf yeah
Whipped off in the Acura but I'm saving up for the ghost yeah
You don't want no smoke too much of that will put a hole in your throat yeah
Y'all niggas don't know
Like wind and trees I blow
Yeah got to get that doe
So I'm baking up a whole loaf yeah
Whipped off in the Acura but I'm saving up for the ghost yeah
You don't want no smoke too much of that will put a hole in your throat yeah
What can I say
I'm just trying to get paid
Shot a nigga in da way
So please don't get in my way
That bitch got all in my face now she ain't got no taste
They said they was snitching (bloo)
Now they ain't got no case
Tears running down their face
Bouquets for the grave
Honor for the brave
But nothing for the slave
So I'm taking whatever you claim
My squad going to do the same
Don't trust niggas that sing
This life we ain't play no games
Damn
Do it for the pain
Do it for the gain
Fuck it
Do it for them nights in the rain
When you was out there
Trying to feed you fam nigga
What hood do you claim claim
What set do you bang bang
Throw that shit throw it up nigga
Now that's on Gang Gang
Y'all niggas don't know
Like wind and trees I blow
Yeah got to get that doe
So I'm baking up a whole loaf yeah
Whipped off in the Acura but I'm saving up for the ghost yeah
You don't want no smoke too much of that will put a hole in your throat yeah

Written by:
Jeffery Owens

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