[Hook - Fredo Santana:]
I got thirty shots with me and you don't want no smoke
And these b**hes want to f** but I only want the throat
All my n***as savages I swear we ain't no joke
All these b**hes on my dick everywhere I f**ing go
And these n***as ain't know sh**, man I swear these n***as hoes
And for these n***as acting tough man, I'm giving out smoke
Giving out smoke, I'm giving out smoke [x2]
[Verse 1 - Fredo Santana:]
I can't see you lil n***as 'cause the money in the way
You ain't get no money, boy you know you in the way
And I'm getting so much cake, every day my birthday
"Fredo you that n***a, " that's what them bad b**hes say
Turn up on a f** n***a, f** yo squad it's just me an my n***as
I see I got a problem, pa** my shooters my pistols [x2]
Got some brand new toys trying to see if they work
Called up Mac he put a n***a on a shirt
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Gino Marley:]
I'm giving out smoke
Money over all got me buying by the boat
In love with the game learned the hustle from my folks
No love for a b**h but I could use your throat
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New spots got me giving out dope
Got shooters all around and we giving out smoke
Money counters count the cash, naked b**hes bag the dope
They say the money come with problems
But my problems come with smoke
[Hook]