[Chorus: Montana of 300]
No smoke, no smoke
You boys don't want no smoke (No smoke)
I'm fresh like soap
Yo' ho gon' let me poke (No smoke)
No joke, get smoked
Like dope, you don't want no smoke (No smoke)
No smoke, no smoke
You boys don't want no smoke (No smoke)
I'm fresh like soap
Yo' ho gon' let me poke (No smoke)
No joke, get smoked
Like dope, you don't want no smoke (No smoke)
[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
Your flame ain't high enough
Still, I suit up, bring them boys to put that lil shit out like a firetruck
Speakin' of trucks I'm a monster, you talkin' 'bout rollin', better get your tires up
No energy services but when I visit your home it's to light it up
You love em, we tie em up
'Less I feel like their time is up
It ain't grade school but we line em up
Anything sweet, it's some kind of dust
While you be with the rats like you Donald Duck
It's irrelevant to put the nail on the reason they hatin' us
Just know if you pull a hoe, reap what you sow, like I sold a penny, I'm takin' one
One after one, 'till they payin' up
Bodies gon' drop if they get out of hand
When this at your ear, you gon' hear what I'm sayin'
All of that dirt gon' turn into quicksand
Too late to get out the shit that you in
Set's in yo throat
I guarantee you gon' choke
Your section don't want no smoke
I do a hit, blow you away like that dope
Ashes to ashes, you go
You bastards should know
No smoke, no smoke
You boys don't want no smoke (No smoke)
I'm fresh like soap
Yo' ho gon' let me poke (No smoke)
No joke, get smoked
Like dope, you don't want no smoke (No smoke)
No smoke, no smoke
You boys don't want no smoke (No smoke)
I'm fresh like soap
Yo' ho gon' let me poke (No smoke)
No joke, get smoked
Like dope, you don't want no smoke (No smoke)
[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
Your flame ain't high enough
Still, I suit up, bring them boys to put that lil shit out like a firetruck
Speakin' of trucks I'm a monster, you talkin' 'bout rollin', better get your tires up
No energy services but when I visit your home it's to light it up
You love em, we tie em up
'Less I feel like their time is up
It ain't grade school but we line em up
Anything sweet, it's some kind of dust
While you be with the rats like you Donald Duck
It's irrelevant to put the nail on the reason they hatin' us
Just know if you pull a hoe, reap what you sow, like I sold a penny, I'm takin' one
One after one, 'till they payin' up
Bodies gon' drop if they get out of hand
When this at your ear, you gon' hear what I'm sayin'
All of that dirt gon' turn into quicksand
Too late to get out the shit that you in
Set's in yo throat
I guarantee you gon' choke
Your section don't want no smoke
I do a hit, blow you away like that dope
Ashes to ashes, you go
You bastards should know
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