Smoke Lyrics

[Gucci Mane - Verse 1]
A cocaine cowboy
Got ounces in my house boy
Bricks stashed in the basement, case a drought I bring 'em out boy
And I wipe you out boy, without leavin' my house boy
Remember that before you open up yo' mouth boy
Yo' woman give me nice jaw
Say that you's her boy toy
She just give me La Choy
Treat her like you like her
Breakin' down ten bails of kush
I think I need a lighter
Pulled up in my Spyker
But rolled off in my Spyder
Thinkin' like a miser
I'm active like a tiger
Twenty bails and show yo' nigga 8.50 an hour
Gucci Mane and Willie Kid you silly bitch, you stupidest
Critics try to rate this shit affiliate the animal
So Icey the canibals
I pistol whip yo' manager
Scratch off in da Challenger
Then vacation in Canada
Drop this shit like dinosaur
Forty hoes wrapped up wit' fruity
All dem bitches gotta go
I stepped up my visuals
Mo' diamonds dan yo' jeweler hoe
Gucci Mane so icey got mo' diamonds than a jewelry store
Mo' diamonds than a jewelry store, Gucci

[Willie the Kid - Chorus]
You talkin' money nigga?
You talkin' hoes nigga?
You talkin' dope nigga?
Don't want no smoke nigga

[Willie the Kid - Verse 2]
I take advantage
Make a body vanish
Then I vanish in the Vanquish
My white boys in Kansas
Got choppas for the low
We movin' snow avalanches
Neva foldin' like a pamphlet
Or flakin' like it's dandruff
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Catch me on the yacht

Sleepin' good on the hammock
But hood like a sugar sandwich
Put a bandage on my cuts, VVS man
I put a bullet in you and man ya yes man
It's Willie the Kid I'm a decorated soldier
And I'm stackin' bills like Oldsmo'
Vaseline and Folgers
Kerosene and loads of
Brown paper bag, cash money like it's Krogers
Hood stock holders
Stashin', neva visit the banks much
I put you niggas in the paint like a paint brush
Me and Gucci
We roll like sushi
Bubble like Jacuzzi's
Closet full of Coogi muthafucker

[Chorus X2]

[Lonnie Mac - Verse 3]
Smoke ain't worth it fool
Keep ya cool
If ya do hide ya plate, cuz we gon' eat ya food
I got some men I swear will come up out da cuts in groups
Ain't wearin' jerseys but they came out to the courts to shoot
You don't want that smoke boy, I got that choke smoke
Throat hitter shots
You don't believe me nigga watch
See that's how niggas die
Tryin' to know who and why
You got it miss and screwed a lot
You the reason yo' whole crew got popped
Popped the Ruger top, drove half this nigga head off
His brain sittin' in 'em like it's in a drop
I'm ridin' hollow tips
Them ain't spinnin' Daytons
Keep smoke around me, like I'm Sammy Davis
The kush smokin' got a nigga lookin' half Asian
Rolled it up on Cantel
In twenty doin' eighty
Seem like these niggas hate, since I'm affiliated
I throw them E's and them A's just to initiate it

[Chorus]