all da smoke lyrics – future, young thug

you it i’m it everybody it
we want all the smoke we want all the smoke
we want i want smoke
we want all the smoke
yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
we leaning facts
yeah
slatt

stackin’ it tall thugger
every nigga out my city became a boss became
know she rollin’ holy moly no days off woo woo
pyrex cook it up like kyrie trade you off let’s go
green and white like celtics don’t play with me play with a fork play with a woo
i’m superior i’m imperial i ain’t feelin’ ya ooh
i been eatin’ me some heroin oh about a brick yeah yeah
i got barry bonds on my wrist yeah
blowed your college fund on my bitch where woo
out the slums taking a chance toting tommy guns brrt
left out of school start selling rocks bought me a drop skrt
cartier frames cartier rings cartier socks on god
homicide gang they gon’ put you on fox homicide homicide
putang ran up a whole m sittin’ in the box facts
my dog rock a rollie in the feds nigga and still move blocks racks
we had the bando goin’ crazy in the swats in the what?
ten-four they runnin’ up on all the opps

we want all the smoke yeah we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke yeah we want all the smoke aw yeah
we want all the smoke yeah we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke huh

this money turning me on ayy
this money turning me on on turn me on
i’m thinkin’ out loud but these hundreds got a nigga gone
woo far gone i’m so gone on it
three hundred racks on a bentley truck yeah yeah
take the factories off and go and lift it up yeah yeah
lift it up cash all on your bitch she on the living room floor yeah
having a private party you know how that go
music all in my ears yeah instruments in my ears
i’m in the backyard feeding deers i’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
i got pom-poms in my rear chanel coco in my gear
i missed a couple shows for my deal
if i could take it back i will
and don’t you take that to the head
you know i got you in my will
told big dog bring them bricks in got a hundred more in the crib
make the dope do the windmill
nigga swing through actavis
in a corner too i’m killed
and i was in miami countin’ a mil ayy
i told my bitch no more ass shots
she stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
my diamonds dark brown like budweiser
count a half a mil with my bitch now her feelings sloppy
came up out the projects ain’t have shit on god
i wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket slime
hit it from the back kill it
make her say slime say slatt get it get it
how you dig that?
whip up the fish porque i got racks ayy

we want all the smoke we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke

we want all the smoke we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke…