Big Smoke - 21 Savage

(Kid Hazel on the beat)

AK, double clip, one in the tip whenever I slide

He exposed his hand talkin' to hoes, we killed two of his guys

I had a load of Reggie, but it was a drought, so niggas gon' buy it

You really feel like I'm pussy? I stay in the street, nigga, come on and try it

Remember them days we were strugglin', hard times, my momma would cry

I got off my ass, I hit me a lick for a hunnid, then wiped her eye

I'm Slaughter Gang, nigga, I slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon' die

I'm a God fearin' man but for my brother, I get on that stand and lie

Scrape the pot, wiggle that fork 'til it lock (Wiggle that fork 'til it lock)

Trappin' with no pistol? Get the fuck off of the block (Get the fuck off of the block)

Sleepin' with my MAK-90, I fell in love with the star (I fell in love with the star)

Nigga, I cut my sister off, I catch her talkin' to opps (I catch her talkin' to the opps)

I'll go do a whole elbow 'fore I sit down with the cops ('Fore I sit down with the cops)

My auntie ask for some money but she back to smokin' on rocks (She back to smokin' on rocks)

I don't never have my hand, I don't never raw dawg thots (I don't never raw dawg thots)

They need the coroner, body bag, and a detective when I throw shots

Big smoke, big smoke

I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke

Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke

Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke

Bullets rainin' on 'em

Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?

Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him

Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California

Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed

Lamborghini, Perc', chinchilla fur

Ice on brr, drank got me slurred

But this Honda curve, cost a half a bird

Say you from the street, nigga, who you serve?

21 Bandit, strip you out your panties

Glock, it don't jammy, keep a Nick Cannon

I don't pop Xannies, Draco turned to ******

He ridin' dick, fanny, tryna get a candid

Love left me damaged, can't trust my own family

On a home invasion, this nigga froze, panicked

That .44 came in handy, I shot up out the jammy

They took him to the station, I think he finna stand me

I'm known to get some straightenin' 'bout all my smoke, nigga ('Bout all my smoke, nigga)

Clutchin' and Cali Red, smokin' on a Port, nigga (Smokin' on a Port, nigga)

I done sold mid and gas, I probably served your folks, nigga (I probably served your folks, nigga)

I used to sell dry wall when I ain't have dope, nigga (When I ain't have dope, nigga)

Gamblin' in the hallway, posted on Parkway

He was talkin' that rah-rah shit, he got hit broad day

I ain't tryna fist fight none of you niggas, straight to the gunplay

I got engaged to the streets, dawg, the six my fiancé

This Saint Laurent ain't even came out yet, it's still on the runway

I told my opps this shit 4L, they gonna die one day

Better take your ass inside the house, and do what your mom say

You fuckin' with the wrong photographer, you gon' be on the front page

Big smoke, big smoke

I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke

Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke

Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke

Bullets rainin' on 'em

Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?

Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him

Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California

Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed