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Christopher Caleb McKibbins, Timothy Bradley, Wesley Lewis

(Richie)
(B100)

When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' go out to vibe (vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' pull up and slide (slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang
They ain't part our tribe (part our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain
And that's on the guys (fire, fire, fire, fire)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' go out to vibe (vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' pull up and slide (slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang
They ain't part our tribe (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain
And that's on the guys (fire, fire, fire, fire)

Pussy nigga say he lookin' for me, I don't stay far
I'm a roguish nigga in a race car
With a .40 Glock and a AR
I'm a street nigga, fuck a day job
If you really want it, gotta pray for it
Spinned last night, I ain't hit none
We gon' double-back with a re-drill
Shoulder strapped, no refill
My young nigga want a free kill
They don't understand that it's deep here
My uncle bummin' for free bills
We went to school for them free meals
We don't fuck around with them cheap pills
Just imagine how a nigga feet feel
In a battlefield with that mud on my cleats
Say they lookin' for my gang, but we thug where they be (um)
Tell Blake, "Go get the gloves, put a flood on they street" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
On my bro, they gon' get smoked like the drugs that I keep (shh)
Gucci got me out the mud, now it's a dub for a feat

When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' go out to vibe (vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' pull up and slide (slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang
They ain't part our tribe (part our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain
And that's on the guys (fire, fire, fire, fire)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' go out to vibe (vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' pull up and slide (slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang
They ain't part our tribe (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain
And that's on the guys (fire, fire, fire, fire)

Niggas ain't no killers (nah)
I seen you up on Insta', postin' pictures with them pistols (what?)
I recognize that microwave, you better leave your sister's (skrrt)
Lock me up for a lotta days, they toss me in the system (uh)
Ever since Atolla age, I promise I've been with it (it's on my mama)
Boot camps and them prisons, they ain't really live how we livin' (no)
In the state yard with a sentence, it's a graveyard or a Glizzy (uh)
Smokin' way harder than these niggas (I swear)
Fresh out the county on a mission (mmm)
Big Glock .40 my britches, uh (ooh)
Made it out that nitty-gritty, now my name buzzin' (mm-hmm)
Runnin' red lights, I can't go out like Kane cousin (zoom, zoom)
Shooter with me say that he gon' bust a brain for me (mm-hmm)
And I'ma spend a check and make sure all his chains flooded

When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' go out to vibe (vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' pull up and slide (slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang
They ain't part our tribe (part our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain
And that's on the guys (fire, fire, fire, fire)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' go out to vibe (vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit
We gon' pull up and slide (slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang
They ain't part our tribe (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain
And that's on the guys (fire, fire, fire, fire)

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