Smoke (feat. NLB Koozi & lil poun)

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Creedo

In Christian liturgy, the credo (Latin: [ˈkɾeːdoː]; Latin for "I believe") is the Nicene-Constantinopolitan Creed – or its shorter version, the Apostles' Creed – in the Mass, either as a prayer, a spoken text, or sung as Gregorian chant or other musical settings of the Mass. more »

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Niggas want smoke we upper the score
Up it one time and up some more
My hitters they aiming it right at your throat
I know killers who cooking the dope
Don't get your ass smoke behind that little hoe
One thing for certain two things for show
Run up on me I'm letting it blow
Niggas want smoke we upper the score
Up it one time and up some more
My hitters they aiming it right at your throat
I know killers who cooking the dope
Don't get your ass smoke behind that little hoe
One thing for certain two things for show
Run up on me I'm letting it blow
Waking 'em up cause niggas sleep
Bitch I'm dog fresh off the leash
Push button start don't got no key
I been on the road ain't home in a week
Landing in the city that snake out they own
Catch em a body still praying for bond
Ride for my brothers don't care if they wrong
Use to pay me in likes now they pay for songs
Koozi just call me the CAMP just made it
Turn this bitch to Iraq I done ran out of favors
You reach for my chain I swear that he dead
Blow out his brains and we stomp out chest
Shit he mentioned my name he made it a problems
Young top shotter I hang with Rastas
We dripping sauce and pop out in forgins
You got you shooter bitch I got army
I think up I got 'em sending rockets
Smelling runts still making deposits
Got it out the mud like way at the bottom
Where all the opps bitch I can't find them
We sending slugs if we got a problem
Show the snakes stomp out the grass
Niggas be fake and I'm on they ass
Niggas be broke like show me the cash
Now that I'm up I'm all in bag
Shout to COVID for giving me the mask
F*ck all the jakes I'm doing the dash
Smoke in the air like I'm in trans
I can move on my own don't need no friends
Tell theses bitches I'm different I'm not like your man
The choppers keep spinning that shit like a fan
Ran off who like boy stop playing
Niggas want smoke we upper the score
Up it one time and up some more
My hitters they aiming it right at your throat
I know killers who cooking the dope
Don't get your ass smoke behind that little hoe
One thing for certain two things for show
Run up on me I'm letting it blow
Niggas want smoke we upper the score
Up it one time and up some more
My hitters they aiming it right at your throat
I know killers who cooking the dope
Don't get your ass smoke behind that little hoe
One thing for certain two things for show
Run up on me I'm letting it blow
You think I don't got it with me you dumb
Smoke so much gas it's polluting my lungs
Brought extra clips so I don't need a drum
Spin on blocks and we do it for fun
Creedo give me the drop nigga you cannot run
Open my mouth and shine like sun
Hit her from the back and I make that girl cum
We just some youngins
Fell in love with the money
Back in the day we on dumb shit
Where I'm from niggas banging shit just like Compton
Niggas dying niggas telling its karma
What's in my cup purple or Barney
Hop on dirt bikes I don't f*ck with Harley's
Lord forgive anything hardly
Not I'm not Ken but I'm fucking a Barbie
Play and you lay boy this shit can get gnarly
Two six eight CAMP how I came how I started
I'm with TOS we can't be departed
Don't play that little shit boy that shit be down garbage
Don't come around here if you don't got a ratchet
I'm the with CAMP we serving we taxing
Creedo say go put him the casket
Sneak up real quit turn that boy to Casper

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