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