All the Smoke Ray Vicks & Mista Cain (Ft. FG Famous & JayDaYoungan)

[Verse 1: Mista Cain]
Turbo engine in the front, this bitch might take off flyin'
I made fifty grand profit, you might think I'm lyin'
I'ma get the whole car flushed, you can think' I'm lyin'
So much ice around my neck it look I been cryin'
Bags of money 'round my house, my son been finding stacks
And if the bricks ain't right then we gon' buy 'em back
Four five Taurus with me and I ride with that
If you keep stuntin' with that lil pistol you gon' die with that

[Verse 2: JayDaYoungan]
You see this AR on my side, bitch I'll slide with that
I got the racks and flipped the packs, I ain't know how to act
I hit the plug, we on the way, I need a sour pack
And if my bitch run out of gas I'ma ride her back
Check out my new rifle, long range, yeah I can use the scope
You step in my lane and lose your brain, disconnect your throat
Bitch reach for my chain and feel this flame, gon' turn your ass to toast
Fuck you and that pussy shit you claim, yeah we need all the smoke

[Chorus: Ray Vicks]
Got pounds of loud for you lil niggas that want all the smoke
Got bricks of dog for you lil niggas that want all the dope
We gettin' money, fuck that beefin' my nigga
In the trap twenty-four seven, ain't no sleepin' my nigga, yeah
Got pounds of loud for you lil niggas that want all the smoke
Got bricks of dog for you lil niggas that want all the dope
We gettin' money, fuck that beefin' my nigga
In the trap twenty-four seven, ain't no sleepin' my nigga