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king smoke - babydrill lyrics

[intro]
(who made that beat, mojo?)
(that b*tch go crazy)
(coupe)

[chorus]
most wanted in my city b*tch, i’m king smoke (most wanted)
the biggest opp inside my throat (b*tch)
smushed his ass like he was a roach
b*tch i call the shots, don’t need no coach
can’t go to war you ain’t got no money (can’t go to war n*gga)
you gon’ die broke b*tch
can’t go to war you ain’t got no shooters (can’t go to war n*gga)
you gon’ send ghost’s b*tch
got them b*tches cliqin’ up (woo)
i know they don’t stand a chance (uh, uh)
told them i’m the one
hopped out, huh bustin’ at ya mans
i don’t wanna squabbles
i drop b*tches, i told ’em i got hands (buh, buh, buh)
spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick sh*t no jackie chan

[verse 1]
b*tch i’m back on bullsh*t
and i don’t them n*ggas understand (they don’t)
every time that it was smoke
p*ssy boy i never ran
heard they want my body count well lеt me give it to ’em rеal raw
one n*gga died (one n*gga)
two n*gga died (two n*gga)
three n*gga died (three n*gga)
(huh)
four n*gga died (four n*gga)
we was four deep, we all slid (buh, buh, buh, buh)
six n*ggas cried
i got momma’s crying, acting like they son still alive
i’m a grave digger b*tch, i put n*ggas past the sky
[chorus]
most wanted in my city b*tch, i’m king smoke (most wanted)
the biggest opp inside my throat (b*tch)
smushed his ass like he was a roach
b*tch i call the shots, don’t need no coach
can’t go to war you ain’t got no money (can’t go to war n*gga)
you gon’ die broke b*tch
can’t go to war you ain’t got no shooters (can’t go to war n*gga)
you gon’ send ghost’s b*tch
got them b*tches cliqin’ up (woo)
i know they don’t stand a chance (uh, uh)
told them i’m the one
hopped out, huh bustin’ at ya mans
i don’t wanna squabbles
i drop b*tches, i told ’em i got hands (buh, buh, buh)
spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick sh*t no jackie chan

[verse 2]
b*tch before the rap i been that man
i ain’t have no goal, we shot at cans (buh, buh)
f*ck on this b*tch, she been a fan
i swing sticks like i’m serena williams
b*tch i’m a hood idol, real legend
always be remembered (always)
ain’t came from sh*t, now i got figures
f*ck the raw, packed up the k!ller (on god)
.308, blackout, yeah i know some blocks like bryson tiller
i really might act an ass when it come to my guys
spin bout n*ggas (straight ass)
i got to much to lose, changed the way i was living, hired k!llers
told bro to chill, but he ain’t listen
noname steve be smackin’ n*ggas
[chorus]
most wanted in my city b*tch, i’m king smoke (most wanted)
the biggest opp inside my throat (b*tch)
smushed his ass like he was a roach
b*tch i call the shots, don’t need no coach
can’t go to war you ain’t got no money (can’t go to war n*gga)
you gon’ die broke b*tch
can’t go to war you ain’t got no shooters (can’t go to war n*gga)
you gon’ send ghost’s b*tch
got them b*tches cliqin’ up (woo)
i know they don’t stand a chance (uh, uh)
told them i’m the one
hopped out, huh bustin’ at ya mans
i don’t wanna squabbles
i drop b*tches, i told ’em i got hands (buh, buh, buh)
spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick sh*t no jackie chan

- babydrill lyrics

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