"Smoke" is a track by Abra Cadabra, released 17th January 2019. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
Smoke
Sho Sho Sho
Gang shit
You already know
Oh
AB in the fucking building
7
You know
Add a K to the O, get blammed
Sho
Gang
Gang
They ain't got chat for the L and the O
They ain't even done two in a month
The little bros went and done four in a row
Where's Kermit? He done let that go
My man didn't watch his six in time
Kermit left him with some holes
Them pussies know 'bout the F and O
Deeside, they shout out the ratted smoke
Muay Thai kicked man's brother on the opp block
True say, I had no nank
If you know AB, this ting I don't ramp
I'm manual, sick with my ratted shank
Thing there eat more than three times
'Cah I don't think the first two went in
Did it with Creeper, Lurky and SJ
Course just skrr out the ratted whip
Just couldn't drop but the scenes squad got there first
I'm mad with this old man works
Man got-got, anyhow it works
Tryna lean out the ride and beat it
Double tap this eediat
Bricks on there, been bleeding
Ain't nuttin' new, that's normal procedures
Every who want war with us
I'm on the opp block tryna call man's bluff
Tell me why they hiding Glocks when they see man
Don't know why they think they're tough
They're on the same roads as feds
'Cah they know that we're 'round there nuff
But it ain't nuttin', they still get touched
Small hand tings or big bro's pump
Every who want war with us
I'm on the opp block tryna call man's bluff
Tell me why they hiding Glocks when they see man
Don't know why they think they're tough
They're on the same roads as feds
'Cah they know that we're 'round there nuff
But it ain't nuttin', they still get touched
Small hand tings or big bro's pump
Told bro "handle the dots like so"
Load it like so
Let off the uh, firm handle
Now my hand all blood
Nobody move, nobody move
If I slap this, you're due to be rubbed
Do it like a farm block tug
Don't spill juice on the farm block cuz
We put the S in shh
Fuck that, we put the B in booty
Man tryna fucking score but pussies
Man can't tell me we're losing
Been on the opp block cruising
Me and Kez tryna shoot like Cupid
Bang from my set like old school days
See me with gang, I'm booshy
Every who want war with us
I'm on the opp block tryna call man's bluff
Tell me why they hiding Glocks when they see man
Don't know why they think they're tough
They're on the same roads as feds
'Cah they know that we're 'round there nuff
But it ain't nuttin', they still get touched
Small hand tings or big bro's pump
Every who want war with us
I'm on the opp block tryna call man's bluff
Tell me why they hiding Glocks when they see man
Don't know why they think they're tough
They're on the same roads as feds
'Cah they know that we're 'round there nuff
But it ain't nuttin', they still get touched
Small hand tings or big bro's pump
Gang shit
You already know
7
Ayy
This is all that celebrity shit, trust me
Beedie in the field like grass
Sho