Chase Davis - Get Smoked lyrics

[Hook] 09, we tote; my n***as ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked f** around with them f**-arounds, and you f** around and get smoked f** around with them f**-arounds, and you f** around and get smoked [Verse 1] I'm rollin', all my n***as rollin' 30 clip and them hollow tips have his a** sitting in Roseland Rollin' off a pill , pussies better chill My n***as in the field; you might get k**ed Pancake-a** n***a, I keep that sh** real 40 hit his face, BBQ his a** like a grill Y'all n***as ain't real, lame n***as get k**ed I'm here for real; I'm doing this for real I'm finna get on, finna do another song b**h calling my phone, leave me alone I'm trying to bone, then pa** it to lil bro Then leave that b**h, tell that ho, "So long" Different colored shirts, rolling up that purp Leaning off that hurt, so please don't get murked Girls lifting they shirts, Gucci Truey shirts Polo wear and crop shirts, my b**h she'll twerk [Hook x2] Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them My n***as rollin', four-seater; that b**h going, she a eater She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater Hit squad move up band, yea n***a want free bands 30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man Glock 40 I'm thumpin man, I'm rolling with my hitters I'll send my hitters out to go get you Hella band, hella band, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella band, in the club doing the money dance Hella band, hella band, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella band, in the club doing the money dance n***as talking sh** in the club, he better watch his self Melly got the 30 on his hip, he gone need some help I'm a gangster, n***a, and I could do this sh** my f**ing self Pistol to his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left [Hook] [2X]