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feat. Lil Herb
(Intro)
Hey Bibby wuddup bro man
150 rock block shit man
Niggas donât want smoke man
These niggas donât want no smoke man
You want smoke man, Let us know something
Vito city shit
Bitch ah
(Hook)
I be with some young wild niggas, theyâll blow something
If you want smoke boy let a nigga know something
Pussy ass niggas talking shit, ainât on nothing
Fuck niggas sneak dissin, let a nigga know something
Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something
If you want smoke boy let a nigga know something
Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something
If you want smoke boy let a nigga know something
(Verse 1: Lil Herb)
I be with some young wild niggas smoking loud nigga
Mob he got that 40 cal with him, blow you down nigga
I come to the block and post up
I donât be up in the hood just to put no post up for my Instagram
All these niggas putting post up on they Instagram
Like these niggas really on some
Them lil instant bands
If you want smoke let me know some, we attend to that
Pull up right there where you post up, we remember that
4-5 doorbells, boy we got long noses
Let this homie know then send his mama all roses
Set in the 4, act then we fall over
Run up on me pussy, cloud 9âs all over
Nigga I be spendin like turn em all over
Ball too far, nigga we can fall over
If I ever fall nigga Iâmma ball over
Started from the bottom, Iâll do it all over
Nigga I be fresh as fuck, Louie all over
All white ones nigga I donât like loafers
Squad hit the club, bang all white hoes
Throw bands, getting mud on the allwhite sofas
All 1-50, push for all yall soon
Niggas been to steady group and as yall oppose
Girl need a couple chains, all the 4âs
Come on here, startin the foreign cuz all Iâve stolen hah
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Lil Bibby)
You sneak dissin like a ho or sum
And my young niggas show em something
Headshot, I throw em something
Iâmma make sure he know whatâs coming
And my squad wonât go for none
If itâs beef let me know itâs something
If Iâm like em then blowin some
Catch Bibby at the store some
Cocaine I can call some
Fuck rap homie, Iâm in the trap homie
Work came in put my taxs on it
Real shit, I ainât gotta act homie
Feds come through
I'm running out the back homie
Couple hollows to the back homie
Thats what you get for running from the mack homie
Turn nothing into something
Got a young nigga stuntin
We ainât worried bout nothing cuz we strapped homie
Hut one hut two
Hittas on point, they ready to slump you
Niggas all quiet, when my squad come through
Brand new Glock letâs see what the gun do
Them checks I thumb thru
I be flexed up, these niggas canât take it
Ainât about money that a nigga canât make it
Fuck from the back and her head was whack
I pass her the pack, the bitch is so basic
Hoes know itâs cray when they Lil Bibby
Young ass nigga got the keys to the city
Me and lil bro just speedin in the Hemy
In the club squad getting off the weed and the remy
If you want beef then let a nigga know
Sold that white, you wonât have a nigga fooled
You tried to kill Bibby, just let this shit go
Til you show up in the cage then we at a nigga door
(Hook)
- Álbum:
- Big Buckz
- Free Crack 3 (Mixtape)
- Free Crack 2 (Mixtape)
- Free Crack (Mixtape)
- Non-Album Releases
- FC3 the Epilogue
- Gambino (Freestyle)
- Free Crack III
- Word Around Town
- EBT to BET
- Ridah
- Chiraq, Drillinois Vol.5
- Chiraq, Drillinois Vol.9
- Chiraq, Drillinois Vol.6
- Chicago vs. Everybody
- F.I.L.W.T.P.
- Blue Money Cartel Vol 4
- Mobb Tones Vol 3
- Heir Apparents
- For the Low 2