Free Smoke lyrics

[Intro: NoLove]
Brrrr-a
Brrt, brrrt
Get the feeling out my body like
Ah, ah, ah
NLE sh*t
Brrt, brrt, brrt
NLE
DJ Kidd, that's a hit for sure

[Chorus: NoLove]
I got a feeling n*ggas plottin' on some hatin' sh*t
Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a b*tch
Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' sh*t
Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that sh*t
I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll
They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so
Flip that n*gga car, turn into a bagel
Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed

[Verse 1: NoLove]
I got a call telling me that a n*gga want smoke
New style carbon, with a scope, it's gon' take off his throat
Jump in that water, yeah it's hot, my n*ggas uppin' the score
Catch him slippin' at that red light, b*tch he gon' fold
Drop top, hot box, I like to slam and pick opps
If a n*gga play with us, we gon' knock his head off
Roll me a blunt, just to smoke, then I nod off
Poppin' all this Perc', I think a young n*gga mind off
n*gga f*ck that, which one of you pus*y n*ggas playin' suspect?
Walk down on a n*gga broad day, yeah we gon' touch that
Actin' like you gangsta gon' get you slippin', you can't come back
Hit him with them bullets straight through his mouth, now he can't talk back, so talk that
Yeah, you like the way them diamonds dance, huh?
[Interlude: NLE Choppa]
Yeah, NLE b*tch
Huh? Yeah
What I say? NLE, know that the f*ck goin' on
Aye, yeah, aye

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
And if it's pressure in this smoke, we gon' smoke him like some dope
I'ma pull up, let it blow, b*tch you already know
And we be schemin', we be plottin', we be fiending for these bodies
If the opps up in this party, then we killing everybody
Put suppressors on this choppa, b*tch I'm shootin' up in silence
Free my n*gga Angeleese, and free my n*ggas up in Wilding
Got two opps downtown, I hope they post bond
I'ma kill both of 'em, I might just kill the son
These n*ggas scared of me, they see my face, I swear that they run
The murders make a n*gga happy 'cause we do this for fun
What's up with these pus*y n*ggas keep on plottin' on me?
James Harden Choppa, 'cause I keep that rocket on me
Big Grape up in this b*tch, you can't stop a G
If you not a Crip, you can't touch my body and my tops
This sh*t is facts, and that sh*t is real
For my n*ggas I'd kill, I'd do a hundred some years, I swear to God I won't squeal
Spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again
If it don't kill you, I'ma shoot the shoot, then I'ma hit the friend
Spin again, spin again, spin again, my n*gga just comprehend
Spin one more, two times, spin three times, I'ma kill the friend
[Refrain: NoLove & NLE Choppa]
Yeah, aye, NLE you know how we comin' n*gga
NLE the army, the Navy, anything you wanna do, don't play me
Bullets burn 'em like some gravy
I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't even gon' say much
That glizzy tucked, if I up, I'ma bust bust
Yeah, whaddup
b*tch-ass n*gga
NLE sh*t
Know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga play, oh yeah, get put on a tee
In the middle of the street
b*tch

[Chorus: NoLove]
I got a feeling n*ggas plottin' on some hatin' sh*t
Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a b*tch
Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' sh*t
Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that sh*t
I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll
They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so
Flip that n*gga car, turn into a bagel
Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed