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ak tarantino & d.b chapo - smoke sum كلمات أغنية

[intro: ak tarantino]
(d_mn, [?] made this sh_t?)
tryna smoke somethin’ (tryna smoke)
tryna smoke somethin’ (tryna smoke)
tryna smoke somethin’ (tryna smoke)
tryna smoke somethin’

[chorus: ak tarantino]
tryna smoke somethin’
we from the [?], glock gon’ turn his head into a donut
b_tch, i’m stone heavy with the clique, and we ain’t movin’ slow, son
b_tch, i’m so steady with this bl!ck, and still, i’m not the only one
he thought he was [?], it was a [?]
stun him with this bl!ck, i’m ready, fifty shots will make the pole bust
pound of fent, it just came in today, it took a whole month

[verse 1: ak tarantino]
sh_t, i’m tryna smoke some brand_new pack, i [?]
bouncin’ off the rope, i got my back against the ring
i’m tryna scope, why you lackin’? you be actin’ for a strеam
i don’t know, just tryna know, i hit they pass, and got some heat, b_tch
i think you need practicе with your piece, b_tch
i think you need practice with your piece, b_tch
i think you need practice to go live a life like me
i think you need practice to go move a pack of weed
if he come back to life again, i strike him down with all the flashes in this beam
[?] gon’ spin his block, i’m rockin’ my opponents with these hands
i think i could pick a [?]
b_tch, i think it’s a stick_up, get the f_ck out of that focus
‘fore i have to make you get down on your knees and pray to moses
i could get a pound of fent, we really crash sh_t
your mans was loafin’ at the [?], that’s how he got his neck bent
hop out the [?] lil’ b_tch, or maybe on his [?]
i know they gon’ rat, they gon’ tell, they be on that b_tch sh_t
i know who they is, where they at, what they gonna do
i know i got bl!cks, i got packs, i got money too
[?] stick to his back if he muggin’ rude
i know i got the [?] and got the [?], he keep comin’ through
[verse 2: d.b chapo]
ayy, yeah, i got it comin’ through
animals up in the trap, look like a motherf_ckin’ zoo
and i need a new gun ’cause my old one lost another screw
drop somethin’, pop somethin’
if i hear a phone call, then i know the cops come
got a fifty rubber banded to the glock, a hot gun
i’m the type to k!ll a opp, then f_ckin’ k!ll the opp’s son
that revolver, c_ck it back, i got a f_ckin’ hot thumb
yeah, the way we turn the city ’round, it lookin’ just like [?]
i got barrels in the pocket, but i started from the bottom
i got b_tches throwin’ fits like they tryna go bag somethin’
hear the whistle by the ear, i knew i heard a shot come
got it meltin’ off the bottom, know the b_tch a hot drum
(huh, huh, ayy, ayy)
hit ninety_two up in the engine, and i got a super charge
four hunnid horses up in the whip, and i’ma run ’em all
giddy up, b_tch, i’m on the road, hope i don’t swerve at all
i’ma hit the mall, walk up inside, and blow a thirty ball
they like, “what you doin’, chapo?”, i don’t know
they like, “what you doin’, chapo? why you hit the pothole”
i was tryna swerve, but the foot was on the throttle
i got b_tches and b_tches that’s tryna pop another bottle
in the [?] found a [?] like i discovered a new fossil
that whole block is filled with squares like a motherf_ckin’ waffle
hid the glocky in the jeans, the reason i walk like a model
i feel like i’m franklin, i just flipped me a d_mn kilo
jayson tatum in the gun because my bullets down to zero
you ain’t been the man to do this, you can’t be no superhero
kick the goofies out the casa ’cause they actin’ like some weirdos
[bridge: d.b chapo]
(ayy, they actin’ like some, huh, actin’ like some weirdos)
(yeah, they actin’ like some weirdos) yeah, i know
(yeah, they actin’ like some weirdos) oh, i know
(yeah, they actin’ like some weirdos)
what the f_ck, lil’ bro, why you actin’ like a weirdo?
why the f_ck you actin’ like a weirdo, for real?
f_ckin’ weirdo

[verse 3: y2k treezy]
uh, i like to go fast
swervin’ in and out of traffic, think i do the dash
this ain’t no rocket, n_gga, but i’m finna have me a blast
goin’ 140, a n_gga hopin’ that he don’t crash
certified lover boy, but he wrist [?]
[?] extendo, we blowin’ on that exotic gas, n_gga
p_ssed me off, so we hop out the whip to beat his ass
b_tch bad as f_ck, but she a hoe, so i never bag (nope)
she ain’t wanna f_ck with me, that’s why her son ain’t got a dad
f_ckin’ on my b_tch from the back, she call me daddy
n_ggas said that you gon’ k!ll me over nothin’, i told ’em, “gladly”
hop out with the switch on the back of the drum, yeah, we blow him down
stuff his body in a box, just like [?], can’t find his crown
it’s a shooter in the back, and with a mp5, he’ll walk you down
beat his ass with a .22, they still pack heat [?]
hit him in his top, n_gga flew just like a frisbee
twin glocks on my hip, call ’em mordecai and rigby
i ain’t dlow, but these n_ggas still tryna get in with me
i don’t drink a lot, but i mix that vodka with that henny
bossed out forgiatos, b_tch, this cost 2k a piece
bust his head in with a sledgehammer, hope he rest in peace
rollin’ up gelato, yeah, i’m smokin’ on exotic tree
b_tch, tryna smoke what?
[outro: ak tarantino]
i said b_tch, i’m tryna smoke somethin’

- ak tarantino d b chapo

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