FFF Fargo - Str8 Smoke (feat. Young Led & Smokeboy) Lyrics

You say you want smoke
Well oh shit it's finna get tragic
Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic
Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking
And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon
Get hit with a stick you gone think the kid know magic
I scoop your bitch if she get f*cked she off a zany
Eighteen for the pack he sending gas imma scoop when it's landing
And if it's smoke then just up the pole little nigga don't panic

Glock twenty three call it lebron that bitch do damage
Drum on the drac and when it hit that bitch speak Spanish
We see an opp we up the pole little nigga don't panic
My mouth on froze my neck on cold that shit outstanding
We trap the work state to state until it's landing
Seven six twos it hit ya ass you think you tanning
We hit ya block with them glocks you think you mannish
Get put on the news for thinking you nick get hit with that cannon

You say you want smoke
Well oh shit it's finna get tragic
Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic
Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking
And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon
You say you want smoke
Well oh shit it's finna get tragic
Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic
Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking
And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon
Get hit with a stick you gone think the kid know magic
I scoop your bitch if she get f*cked she off a zany
Eighteen for the pack he sending gas imma scoop when it's landing
And if it's smoke then just up the pole little nigga don't panic

We was up sun up to sun down flipping up packs
We on our gang bang but all we do is stack
Mama couldn't afford new J's so it was Air Force 1's
Tell em gone front when you get pack doing no chore
Had ever hustle hard
Had to make your own way out
Came from the struggle
So I had to take my own way out
Jugg out the mase yea
Choppa blow your brains out
Leaking like a puddle yea
Should've closed your damn mouth
Creeping in your house f*cking on your spouse you ain't really bout it
Young nigga came from the drix a young nigga in them houses yea
Young nigga came from the boat yea wiping at your nose
Serving out the pack at the citgo yea we give and go yea yea

You say you want smoke
Well oh shit it's finna get tragic
Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic
Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking
And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon
Get hit with a stick you gone think the kid know magic
I scoop your bitch if she get f*cked she off a zany
Eighteen for the pack he sending gas imma scoop when it's landing
And if it's smoke then just up the pole little nigga don't panic

I'm that nigga they heard of
Feed Family First that's murder
I don't give a f*ck what your heard of
I pull up with this burner
They know I'm a savage
And above average
I got hands like Cassius
And strapped with automatics
No wrecking know I'm crashing
Boy my paper stacking
Hit the opp lacking
I snatch his face for capping
So what you wanna do little nigga
You know I'm a cool little nigga
But I'm hot like soup little nigga
Don't get burnt like fool little nigga
Go against me you crazy
I'm war ready daily
I got hitters in the field do a hit no payments
Rolling over these little niggas like they was the pavement
F*ck that talk I up that Glock and bitch you know I sprayed it

You say you want smoke
Well oh shit it's finna get tragic
Rolling off the x we better not catch that boy in traffic
Get caught at that light don't make no sense how he be lacking
And that Glock spit fire you gone think that shit a dragon
Get hit with a stick you gone think the kid know magic
I scoop your bitch if she get f*cked she off a zany
Eighteen for the pack he sending gas imma scoop when it's landing
And if it's smoke then just up the pole little nigga don't panic