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don’t want smoke - fly boy gang lyrics

[intro: fbg duck, fbg dutchie, ]
to tell you the truth about n*ggas who sneak diss
no h0m*, them n*ggas can suck my d*ck, man

i’m tryna tell these n*ggas, like
sneak dissing is a ugly trait, you b*st*rd
i mean fly boy gang
let’s get it
l’s
let’s go
fbg sh*t (fbg, b*tch)
yeah, uh*huh, uh*huh
uh*huh, uh*huh
gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, let’s get it, let’s get it ()
[chorus: fbg duck, billionaire black & ]
cl!ck, clack, boom: how them guns go (boom, boom, boom)
guns blow, gun range, gun show (boom, boom, boom)
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
cl!ck, clack, boom: how them guns go (boom, boom, boom)
()
gun blow, gun range, gun show (boom, boom, boom)
()
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
()
honestly, they don’t really want smoke

[verse 1: fbg dutchie]
brrat, brrat, brrat: how that tec go (how that tec go)
hit him in his tonsils, where his neck go? (where his neck go?)
brrat, brrat, more brrat, hit the deck, cole (more brrat, more brrat)
what’s that, cole? broski, let the mac blow (glah)
anti*f*ck n*gga (f*ck n*gga), f*ck you f*ck n*ggas (f*ck you f*ck n*ggas)
non*shootin’ jerk b*lls, get f*cked, n*gga (get f*cked, n*gga)
android dipsh*ts get touched, n*gga (get touched, n*gga)
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout broski, duck, n*gga (that’s number 3)
what down, clown? (what down, clown?) hope you can take shots (uh*huh)
and x mans upstairs, f*ck a face shot (f*ck a)
or them headshots (uh*huh) without the red dot (red dot)
fbg, b*tch, we on fire, but the land hot
[chorus: fbg duck & billionaire black]
cl!ck, clack, boom: how them guns go (boom, boom, boom)
guns blow, gun range, gun show (boom, boom, boom)
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
cl!ck, clack, boom: how them guns go (boom, boom, boom)
(billionaire)
gun blow, gun range, gun show (boom, boom, boom)
(billionaire, gang)
honestly, they don’t really want smoke (billionaire, ballout)
honestly, they don’t really want smoke (billionaire, billionaire, ballout)

[verse 2: billionaire black]
see, the watch on my wrist cost this condo (them bands)
call my hitters up (my hitters), we finna hit this gun store
yeah (yeah, yeah), and we gunnin’, n*gga (yeah)
cl!ck*clack, bang, boom*boom (boom, boom, boom, boom), now he runnin’, n*gga
roll up that dope (that dope), kush to my face still smokin’ sour (that loud)
fresh off a hit (a hit), young smell like gunpowder (number 1)
i rock with real n*ggas (uh*huh), i don’t f*ck with cowards (at all)
and red beam, i can hit you from the clouds, bruh (boom, boom, boom, boom)
call up my top shooter, muscles, steady shootin’ sh*t (ayy, muscles)
fto, f*ck the opps, whoever you with (die y)
fifty*shot jock longer than a pool stick (glah, bang*bang, bang*bang)
and i ain’t got aim (at all), but that’s a guarantee that you hit
[chorus: fbg duck, billionaire black & ]
cl!ck, clack, boom: how them guns go (boom, boom, boom)
guns blow, gun range, gun show (boom, boom, boom)
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
cl!ck, clack, boom: how them guns go (boom, boom, boom)
()
gun blow, gun range, gun show (boom, boom, boom)
()
honestly, they don’t really want smoke ()
honestly, they don’t really want smoke ()

[verse 3: fbg young]
i’m ridin’ with some real, i can’t f*ck with fake (yeah, yeah, yeah, i can’t, skrrt)
tell ’em free my homies, i can’t f*ck with jakes (free my guys, cpdk)
the ones say they real (they ain’t), they really ain’t (stop flexin’)
lyin’, sayin’ they real, but they really ain’t
i be smokin’ loud with my gangsters (them my hitters, man)
your b*tch d*t*t, pass her just like a flanker (do the team)
all i smoke is that dope (that dope), that strong (that strong), kurt angle (it’s gone)
shout out to bt ’cause he’ll leave you stinkin’ (that’s my shooter)
(boom*boom, boom, boom, boom, boom*boom)
all i want is o*p*p t*o*p and get franklin’s (opp top)
kush got me in that attic (i’m gone, i’m gone), shotty knock him to that bas*m*nt (he dead)
blood in my eyes (i ain’t), i ain’t fearin’ no n*gga (at all)
stl 063 (l’s, l’s, l’s), them st. lawrence villains (gang)

[chorus: fbg duck & billionaire black]
cl!ck, clack, boom: how them guns go (boom, boom, boom)
guns blow, gun range, gun show (boom, boom, boom)
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
cl!ck, clack, boom: how them guns go (boom, boom, boom)
gun blow, gun range, gun show (boom, boom, boom)
honestly, they don’t really want smoke
honestly, they don’t really want smoke

[verse 4: fbg duck]
the reason that i rob (i rob) is because i need more cake
n*ggas say they eatin’ (they eatin’), i need everything on your plate (let’s get it)
what you gonna do (what you gonna do?) when i pop up in your face? (uh*huh)
they don’t want smoke (want smoke), i got that .40 in my north face (boom, boom, boom)
n*ggas talkin’ crazy must be high off that coke (high off that coke)
catch his ass in traffic (in traffic), boom (boom), then go (yoom)
must’ve lost his mind (mind) or he gotta be slow (he slow?)
’cause i got that four*o, flame his ass up like dope (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
they done made me do it, so let’s talk about these streets (streets)
lot of n*ggas play hard (play hard), they don’t want no beef (at all)
better keep it cool (cool) ‘fore their life be over (it’s over)
tell them hang that sh*t up like they tryna put up a poster, l’s

- fly boy gang lyrics

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