Want Smoke - Hustle Gang, London Jae, Yung Booke

Man, aye

It’s really like Hustle Gang everything

I don’t want no peon round me

Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?

Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money

(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power

(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect

(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

Anyway, what you gonna say?

Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon' run and play

My bitch is foreign, get your cake up

(But you know you don’t want no smoke)

Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke

(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

This is a rap, this is a trap

That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp

They call me Dro, this a four four

I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go

Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas

Run upon you with that Draco

I got my ratchet and I’m rockin' Coogi

Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi

I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money

We saw light on the haze, I shoot 'em the back of the face

I be the first nigga that’s catching a case

I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G

You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta

And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph

And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out

Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now

Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now

Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P.

gon' cash out

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money

(But you know you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power

(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect

(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

Still do it, like I’m still broke

Still do it like I’m still in center hill rollin'

Bankhead, Zone one

And I know it

Ship it in here like a fake cake

He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae

You sayin' he your homeboy, I say he dead weight

No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it

Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business

Get all your money and do your time if you get it

Play your position and play dumb as a witness

Stay reminiscing bout Cap, Philant & Trenches

Jab it and double Tramel and Bankroll

R.I.P., O-G-D free meek, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Troop

Multi millionaires still robbin

Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins

Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems

Pistol better not be where you’re riding

You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch

You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money

(But you know you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power

(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect

(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see

Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless

Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car

Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant

Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge

Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all

You suckers ain’t trillville

My chrome still will get to singin' like Johnny Gil

Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real

Not the industry, that’s the difference

P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did

Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon' get it

I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money

(But you know you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power

(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect

(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

(But you know you don’t want no smoke)

(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)