Free Smoke lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Southside sh*t)
KrispyLife

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Every time somebody die, they light another candle (Stupid)
I just slid on the club and popped another dancer (Skrrrt)
Nope, slid on the barbecue, shot the whole family
This the type of smoke that kill n*ggas, stage 4 cancer
This’ll take the hairs off his head, chemo
My n*gga known for taking n*ggas chains like he Deebo
And I’m known for throwing straight bullets, Tim Tebow
Been a lion of my hood, like I’m a Leo

[Verse 2: FWC Big Key]
Your mans died all because of you, Ne-Yo
This ice got me cold as hell, turn the heat on
Finna rob a n*gga, just lost ten at the Nino
Don’t have no hoes in here, it’s Brothers Only like I’m BO (Brothers Only)
I don’t know why n*ggas hate me, CO
Yeah, b*tch I’m blowin’ up, C4
Ion want your b*tch, that pus*y old like the P4
Been ballin’ in the hills, Ion never play for Chino (I ain’t Melo)

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
My n*gga caught a body, they gave bro the book
Imma call the island clutchin’, like I don’t trust the cook
Dee boxin’ with a bum n*gga, imagine how that look
Dawg was talkin’ choppa for the ‘Gram, and got his life took
[Verse 4: FWC Big Key]
It’s like ten different clips in this b*tch, let’s get a movie goin’
Cashgang got bad D, we left your shooter open
When I shoot, boy, you better duck, you see this Ruger on me?
No, this sh*t not LD but I got stupid money

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Not a second thought, now the opps windin’
You know what come with this sh*t, boy, stop cryin’ (pus*y)
Like yo man’s car, junkie, you is not ridin’
Like I’m a hater, do bullsh*t when I catch the opps shining

[Verse 6: FWC Big Key]
Like I’m a hater, I do bullsh*t (I do bullsh*t)
Wake up, back to the shop with that bullsh*t (Get the f*ck on)
And I ain’t Juan, but I’m hood rich (Pablo)
Hell naw, I ain’t selfish, take the full clip (You gone)

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Get a new chop’ and make it sing like it’s Trey Songz
n*gga muggin’ at me, now that boy face gone
Slapped the tongue out my b*tch mouth, now her taste gone
Aimed at everything below the navel, now that boy waist gone