Smoke Again

[Intro] (Damn, FlemDawg) [Verse 1: Doughboy D] I never change on my brotha, nigga if it's fuck ya then fuck ya If you mug me I'mma buss ya I'm a trapper real hustler 3 bands platinum bubba Make my profit triple double Times two if I front ya Play with that check, royal rumble Got them racks but I'm humble Need some ice next summer New residence, same number Nigga you know I won't change on the gang (Won't change) Just keepin' it real though Extended mag no I ain't no fag but my Glock totin' a dildo Give a fuck how you feel hoe If I ain't got the real I'm selling fake pills hoe And I trap in the hills though And I keep me a Glock just know it's concealed though And these bullets they real Hoe Only need one shot but I'm gone make you feel 4 Put a nigga in a figure 4 Rob me a nigga like Snow In The Bluff "Where the Fuck the Blow?" Nigga you know that you a hoe If I mark yo ass green lil nigga know it's a go And we slip, we don't move slow We gone wet yo ass up don't get caught in that slippery slope [Chorus: Doughboy P] Nigga say he want smoke again? Put that shit in the air bet that nigga gone choke again Hit his ass with that F&N I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin' friend Nigga know we can go to war Gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star You in traffic shoot up your car Nigga say he want smoke I think lil bruh popped a bar Nigga say he want smoke again? Put that shit in the air bet that nigga gone choke again Hit his ass with that F&N I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin' friend Nigga know we can go to war Gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star You in traffic shoot up your car Nigga say he want smoke I think lil bruh popped a bar [Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty] Ain't no posting up on the block Better keep that shit moving if you ain't got none for sale In the trap with 100 Bales Got 50 exotics they all got a different smell You can try but it won't work Only time you get gangsta is after you pop a perc I be seeing through all that Hit a move with the drake make him flip before he fall back It get slimy about the bread On 375 you heard what Bagg said Had a play on a hundred meds But half was fake and he ain't even notice that Had a gun you ain't blow it back So stop all that cap you not a lil killa 2 to the head we put him in a splitter CTE gang whole team full of hittas Got a problem 'cause we took some from you come and get up with me Get rich or die bitch I'm trying and I'm strapped up with this fifty No approaching me can't get up close get hit with this ten milly He got dumped up in the river They found him in Mississippi (I know they did) [Chorus: Doughboy P] Nigga say he want smoke again? Put that shit in the air bet that nigga gone choke again Hit his ass with that F&N I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin' friend Nigga know we can go to war Gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star You in traffic shoot up your car Nigga say he want smoke I think lil bruh popped a bar Nigga say he want smoke again? Put that shit in the air bet that nigga gone choke again Hit his ass with that F&N I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin' friend Nigga know we can go to war Gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star You in traffic shoot up your car Nigga say he want smoke I think lil bruh popped a bar