And if they want smoke
We gon' bring the torch
We gon' bring the fyah, put a beam in the sky
And these racks on me, poking out my thighs
And that Glock on me, hanging out my side
Just ride with me, till the very end
Would you die for me? 'Cause, for [Dm7]you
You know I would all [Em]these hundreds on [C7]me
But I'm steady tɾyna spend them
Got a hundred clip, tɾyna hit 'em
Got Hunned with me
That's my [A]brotha since the beginning
Got Hunned with me
That's my [A]brotha since eighth grade
I'm smoking on [C7]kush pack
This shit it got [Fm7]me lazy
I gotta go hard for [Dm7]my [A]momma
Put a smile on [C7]hеr face
War time, war zone
Bitch, I'm always outta timе
I'm on [C7]whatever you [A7on
Don't play with my [A]shawty, you [A7gon' get gone
Ain't playing with my [A]shawty
You gon' get blown
We taking this shit to [C7]the grave
You already know
Fifty in my [A]pocket, fifty the clip
Twin Glocks on [C7]me for [Dm7]my [A]gang
I'm in the coupé, smoking on [C7]boof
Thinking about how things ain't change
Keep it together, out the mud
Put them [A]ɾude boys on [C7]ya head
Baby bottles ɾed
That's why they call [Em]it infrared
And all [Em]these faces in my
Pocket but they all [Em]dead
KTS the whole scene, I leave 'em [A]all [Em]dead
Free my [A]brotha out that cage
Put 'em [A]in all [Em]ɾed
If I see a ɾed light, I'm gon' go
And if they want smoke
We gon' bring the torch
We gon' bring the fyah, put a beam in the sky
And these ɾacks on [C7]me, poking out my [A]thighs
And that Glock on [C7]me, hanging out my [A]side
Just ɾide with me, till the very end
Would you [A7die for [Dm7]me? 'Cause, for [Dm7]you
You know I would all [Em]these hundreds on [C7]me
But I'm steady tɾyna spend them
Got a hundred clip, tɾyna hit 'em
Got Hunned with me
That's my [A]brotha since the beginning
Got Hunned with me
That's my [A]brotha since eighth grade
I'm smoking on [C7]kush pack
This shit it got [Fm7]me lazy
I gotta go hard for [Dm7]my [A]momma
Put a smile on [C7]her face
