21 Savage - Big Smoke lyrics

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21 Savage - Big Smoke lyrics

[Intro] (Kid Hazel on the beat) [Verse 1] AK, double clip, one in the tip whenever I slide He exposed his hand talkin' to hoes, we killed two of his guys I had a load of Reggie, but it was a drought, so ni**as gon' buy it You really feel like I'm pussy? I stay in the street, ni**a, come on and try it Remember them days we were strugglin', hard times, my momma would cry I got off my ass, I hit me a lick for a hunnid, then wiped her eye I'm Slaughter Gang, ni**a, I slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon' die I'm a God fearin' man but for my brother, I get on that stand and lie Scrape the pot, wiggle that fork 'til it lock (Wiggle that fork 'til it lock) Trappin' with no pistol? Get the fu*k off of the block (Get the fu*k off of the block) Sleepin' with my MAK-90, I fell in love with the star (I fell in love with the star) ni**a, I cut my sister off, I catch her talkin' to opps (I catch her talkin' to the opps) I'll go do a whole elbow 'fore I sit down with the cops ('Fore I sit down with the cops) My auntie ask for some money but she back to smokin' on rocks (She back to smokin' on rocks) I don't never have my hand, I don't never raw dawg thots (I don't never raw dawg thots) They need the coroner, body bag, and a detective when I throw shots [Chorus] Big smoke, big smoke I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke Bullets rainin' on 'em [Post-Chorus] Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on? Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed [Verse 2] Lamborghini, Perc', chinchilla fur Ice on brr, drank got me slurred But this Honda curve, cost a half a bird Say you from the street, ni**a, who you serve? 21 Bandit, strip you out your panties Glock, it don't jammin' Keep a Nick Cannon I don't pop Xannies Draco turnt up He ridin' dick, fanny Tryna get a candid Love left me damaged, can't trust my own family On a home invasion, this ni**a froze, panicked That .44 came in handy, I shot up out the jammy They took him to the station, I think he finna stand me I'm known to get some straightenin' 'bout all my smoke, ni**a ('Bout all my smoke, ni**a) Clutchin' and Cali Red, smokin' on a Port, ni**a (Smokin' on a Port, ni**a) I done sold mid and gas, I probably served your folks, ni**a (I probably served your folks, ni**a) I used to sell dry wall when I ain't have dope, ni**a (When I ain't have dope, ni**a) Gamblin' in the hallway, posted on Parkway He was talkin' that rah-rah sh*t, he got hit broad day I ain't tryna fist fight none of you ni**as, straight to the gunplay I got engaged to the streets, dawg, the six my fiancé This Saint Laurent ain't even came out yet, it's still on the runway I told my opps this sh*t 4L, they gonna die one day Better take your ass inside the house, and do what your mom say You fu*kin' with the wrong photographer, you gon' be on the front page [Chorus] Big smoke, big smoke I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke Bullets rainin' on 'em [Post-Chorus] Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on? Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed

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