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smoke a wood - trippie redd lyrics

[intro]
hey guys
smoke a wood, in the woods, on some wood b*tch (eww)
i wish a n*gga would b*tch (that sh*t, eww)
c*ckeyed, nasty b*tch (ayy, ayy, ayy)

i let my chain sw*ng, and my gun bang
n*gga f*ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
n*gga f*ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
i keep a choppa on me, b*tch n*gga, uhh
ayy, bang on the gang
f*ck n*gga say?
f*ck n*gga get up out my mothaf*ckin’ way
bullet in the trenches with a mothaf*ckin’ k
we ain’t playin no mothaf*ckin’ games
you talkin sh*t but you cannot see
you talkin sh*t but you so p*ssy
you talkin sh*t but you ain’t got this physique
you talkin sh*t but you don’t mean sh*t to me, you can’t be history
like [?] pull up on a p*ssy block quick
where yo opps, sh*t? pull up with the choppa, pop sh*t
n*gga, drop sh*t, you can get f*ckin drop kicked
like a liu kang, or a mothaf*ckin’ bruce wayne
johnny cage, johnny cage, i just got my t**th from johnny dang
my life is a movie got it made
f*ck that, my life over yours anyway
i let my chain sw*ng (chain sw*ng) , and my gun bang (gun bang)
n*gga f*ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
n*gga f*ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
i wish a, i wish a b*tch n*gga would

[verse: 8oo ca$h]
slatt
in the past (in the past), see your misery
gold (gold) on my neck likе i’m mr. t (gold)
[?] these diamond be k!llin’ mе
these n*ggas funny they tickle me
pull out that k then remember me
survive in the jungle, cause i’m a beast
i stay talkin, not them, cause they got deceased
f*ck n*gga what you mean?
gang just pulled up with a beam
play like its 2015
had to walk around with that heat
i pull up on shawty, she gushin, beg me to cuff her, but shawty my buddy
i know she ain’t loyal, that b*tch is a runner, i heard she was f*ckin’ my cousin
f*ck n*ggas talk we up them
these f*ck n*ggas ain’t on nothin
cash in this b*tch stay rushin’
play with the gang, then f*ck em’
knew i dropped him when i heard his ass say uhh (doo doo, doo)
chillin in the trenches, mini draco, that’s that baby wood
this sh*t wood, smoke you like a wood, we gon’ blow your back
b*tch i’m good, i be in the hood, and that’s really facts
i’m a jit, get that understood, go broke i’m selling crack
in the trenches junkies walkin’ round, this sh*t look like iraq
anti f*ck n*gga, i can’t talk to you
stand up in the trench so they gon’ walk on you
foenem’ playin brazy, must be off the boof
outline his ass with my .22
i let my chain sw*ng, and my gun bang
n*gga f*ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
n*gga f*ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
i keep a choppa on me, b*tch n*gga, uhh
ayy, bang on the gang
f*ck n*gga say?
f*ck n*gga get up out my mothaf*ckin’ way
bullet in the trenches with a mothaf*ckin’ k
we ain’t playin no mothaf*ckin’ games

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