Smoke (feat. Sada Baby) - G.T.

Probably probably Aye, probably probably Aye, probably probably Bandz made this (Producer Tag) Oh yea Chris (Producer Tag) Probably Probably Probably bout to let my old girl go Probably bout to cop a new whip and a wardrobe Probably bout to have a threesome with four hoes Probably bout to start off with 2 till I get board with those, aye aye Probably bout tot hoop with my niggas and let the stress out Seven on seven my nigga I run the best routes Probably bout to run up this check I'm bout to cash out Probably bout to have my girl girl cookin' get some takeout I'm indecisive I don't know what I want I can't make up my mind Big booty on the phone and a cute one on the other line And my grandma just cook I wanna eat but I don't eat swine Bitch think she bad can't cook how you are a dime Jack of all trades don't know what to do today And I keep the tool who I'm gonna screw today They don't see the bigger picture man it's too vague Know I see the vision I see it in four K Probably ain't gone like me if I tell her what it is Probably ain't gone like me if I nut in her don't want kids Probably ain't gone like me if she text me leave her on read Probably ain't gone like me it's wateva it is what it is She gone get real jealous if she see my dm's Even gone get more salty if I call her 2am I don't do no cuddle after I bust its's no affection Probably ain't gone like me if I fuck without protection Yea, Uh Probably cause my momma neva show me love Yea, Uh Probably cause my daddy was a scrub Yea, Uh Probably cause I came out the mud Might kill a nigga but I wish a nigga would Probably Probably Probably bout to let my old girl go Probably bout to cop a new whip and a wardrobe Probably bout to have a threesome with four hoes Probably bout to start off with 2 till I get board with those, aye aye Probably bout tot hoop with my niggas and let the stress out Seven on seven my nigga I run the best routes Probably bout to run up this check I'm bout to cash out Probably bout to have my girl girl cookin' get some takeout Uhh Probably bout to fuck a nigga bitch if she look me On cap I already eat Lit uh really with the shit Real life better even though you know I'm the reason for the pill hype Um, Hold Up Said I probably just had me some anejo My neighbors probably think Ima A hoe Every car that I hop out a day old, fuck Let me holla at dawg Probably bout to pocket me another dub Watch when you bump into blood Drop you with this rocket you know I got it in the da club Bitch I'm way more disrespectful then 50 cent, huu I'm Probably bout be here on some bigger shit, um Cause I'm ignorant grown as fuck and mischievous AKA Mr Michigan with the Benjamins, hmmm I'm probably bout to fuck a bitch that you thought I neva would Already fuck on a bitch that you neva thought I would, ummm Probably bout to bring her through the hood, ummm Pull up in E La all slam with the wood Walk up with hammer like I wish a nigga would And know I walk in with ham like boy don't do it We probably bout to beat a nigga up Getting jump ain't no even nothin' Ran up the sco neva ran on no hoes Probably Probably Probably bout to let my old girl go Probably bout to cop a new whip and a wardrobe Probably bout to have a threesome with four hoes Probably bout to start off with 2 till I get board with those, aye aye Probably bout tot hoop with my niggas and let the stress out Seven on seven my nigga I run the best routes Probably bout to run up this check I'm bout to cash out Probably bout to have my girl girl cookin' get some takeout

RJ always trippin', man RJ always trippin', man Ayy, ayy, ayy I don't like niggas and that's the, uh I don't like niggas and that's the honest to God truth (Hmm) I'm gon' kill niggas and that's a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh) Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive Big ol' 40, we don't got no 9's Chopper chop off a nigga whole side Pussy, we get to movin' shit like RVin' I fuck your bitch and change my clothes like I'm Clark Kent And ayy, I'm that nigga that like to start shit Walk out that bar, no headlights, get this car lit (Ayy) I'm a workin' ass nigga with no time for games You's a perpin' ass nigga, you all kinds of lame Baby twerkin' with them Perkys in her Prada thang Up this FN, you not my friend, don't say not a thing Kiss your bitch on her neck, make her coochie rang I put cream on her face, now she Gucci Mane Tooda Man, that's my twin 'cause we shoot the same Want so much more, 'bout to tell Hush make me a hookah chain I whoop a bitch with the belt like I'm Pootie Tang Sada ting at the trap, gotta move the yay And I hold the chopstick like a ukulele In the Yukon, u-turn, bust your brain Why I make you need a towel? 'Cause we party wild And your daughter love a nigga more than Barbie dolls And your son love a nigga more than action figures But he 'bout to lose a father figure when I whack them niggas And I just bought 12 Percs off Tire Man And I got more work than Allen Iverson Got more money than your grandaddy retire with And I'm in every bitch crib like a Fire Stick I'm in every bitch crib like some UGG boots I be in every bitch face like, "I love you" Lyin' straight to them bitches is what thugs do Up my 5 on them bitches is what Bloods do I be in every nigga face like, "Fuck you" A freaky man, hit your bitch with that ooh-wee-ooh That skillet, man, hit that man with that rug-a-roo Lay the smack down on you niggas or I Roody-Poo, bitch I don't like niggas and that's the honest to God truth (Hmm) I'm gon' kill niggas and that's a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh) Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive Big ol' 40, we don't got no 9's Chopper chop off a nigga whole side

Hood know we gon' slide Give me one reason, hmm You know I keep it Cop a murder, then I beat it I said don't turn me up Please don't turn me up, hey Gon' make me slide on you (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide) Slide (Slide), slide (Slide) Slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide) Slide (Slide), slide (Slide) I ain't gotta slide on him, I slid Bitch ass nigga know what I did I mean his gang know what I did How the fuck I'm gon' kill a nigga again? Aim for the chest, for the neck, and the chin Headshots really be the best, I'ma win Fake ass bulletproof vest, he a kid He really bullshittin', what I'ma do with niggas? Argue with a nigga on the 'net? 'Cause in real life, Skuba Steve, Sada Baby beat him blue, nigga Matter fact, if I hit a fan Bet my last band that his lame ass gon' try sue a nigga Purpin' ass nigga for the 'Gram Man, that shit sad, be the main reason I be tryna shoot, nigga Niggas probably never understand, 'til I pull up on they mans And my hollow tips get to going through a nigga I get the brain with an opp nigga slut Bitch suck dick, guarantee she eat the nut Ten times out of ten, I ain't eat the butt Ten more times out of ten, she ain't get a buck Nigga ever put his hands on me, out of luck Put the .40 on his ass, give a fuck if he duck, hmm Matter fact, nigga, knuck if you buck If it's up, then it's stuck, but you knew that, lil' nigga You stay cappin', why you do that, lil' nigga? Tito Jackson, you ain't exclusive, lil' nigga Skuba Mike Jackson, I'll moonboot a nigga Mmh, bitch, I'm high, I mean I'll moonwalk Wipe my face with the bandana, bool off Big Ape, Big Squad, that's what the crew called Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, that's a crew call We'll put that cutter to his head, that's a crew cut All y'all niggas got straps, don't shoot nothin' All my niggas got straps, they'll move somethin' I'll get to swingin' on a nigga, leanin' on a nigga Put it on God, I'll do something My granny told me pray to God get the juice up Every time I calm down, I get juiced up 'Cause my old bitch see me on some new stuff Cuff my new bitch, no, I don't give two fucks, hmm I get to fucking this pape' up, huh Chop get to fucking his face up, huh She say she ain't never had nan', ho She like me so much, she'll play drum, huh Niggas so scared they'll play dumb, yeah I got moves like, "You Got Served" I up this tool like, "You got nerve" I'll leave a nigga top half sittin' on the curb Hmm Hmm-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh It's time to slide on him It's time to slide, slide It's time to, huh, huh Baby, ooh, it's time to slide on him Duh