Hustle Gang – Want Smoke (feat. T.I., Young Dro, London Jae & Yung Booke)

[Intro: T.I.]
Man, aye
It’s really like Hustle Gang everything
I don’t want no peon round me
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Post-Chorus]
Anyway, what you gonna say?
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon’ run and play
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

[Verse 1: Dro]
This is a rap, this is a trap
That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
They call me Dro, this a four four
I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Draco
I got my ratchet and I’m rockin’ Coogi
Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
We saw light on the haze, I shoot ’em the back of the face
I be the first nigga that’s catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G
You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta
And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P. gon’ cash out

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Ain’t hear raise zone
And I know it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
You sayin’ he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
Get all your money and do your time if you get it
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth
One too many millionaires still rapping
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems
Pistol better not be where you’re riding
You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch
You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see

[Verse: ]
Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant
Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all
You suckers ain’t trillville
My chrome still will get to singin’ like Johnny Gil
Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real
Not the industry, that’s the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon’ get it
I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it [?]

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
[?]
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

Travis Scott – Swang Remix Lyrics

[Hook: Swae Lee]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take a little bank
Everyday spillin’ up drank
She want the whole crew, shawty brave
When the money talks, what is there to say?
Blow away, watch it blow away
When I die can’t take it to the grave
Hop out, drop, top, fuck y’all talkin’ I need it right now
Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I’m a young, young nigga and I get fucked up
I’m a young, young nigga let’s pour up
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I’m a young, young nigga and I get fucked up
I’m a young, young nigga let’s pour up
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I’m a young, young nigga and I be fucked up
I’m a young, young nigga let’s pour up
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Big body hoggin’ up the lanes
Whip so big its like a plane
Tattoos on my body and my face
You know young nigga can’t be tamed
You don’t want no problems this a way
I got blue and red flags in my gang
They say “where you get them boogers in your fingers?”
You know I had to hit up Johnny Dang
Ya, ya, I need that ice allí
I need that ice allí
Give me just what I need
Ya all them gon’ ride for me
Go and bend down for me
Never gon’ cop a plea

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Pass me one while I’m grippin’ ‘grain
Don’t hit the window don’t hit the brakes
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
We young niggas you can’t hang (oh no)
You know my young niggas can’t be tamed (alright)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I’m a young, young nigga and I get fucked up
I’m a young, young nigga let’s pour up
If I say I got it then you know I got it yuh
Bands, bands, bands can’t fit in my pocket
Take off with me now take off on my rocket
Smash everything in Aces now we off to Follies
Now we on our own drivin’ with extension
Woods, woods, woods that’s that repetition
Pippen, Johnny Gil that’s that new edition
La Flame Don Juan young nigga pimpin’
All you can handle
I rock that bitch off the handles
She bust it open like sandals
Mess with the flannels
Diamonds go hard with the flannels
Don’t need to control her, I change my bitch like a channel
Young niggas inside and I got young niggas, young niggas with me

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Tattoos on my body and my face
You know them young niggas can’t be tamed

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Gettin’ dough ain’t a thing change
Coasting, grippin’ grain
Goin’ through the money like a phase
Don’t say my name in vain
I’m so glad that you came
All these bad bitches gettin’ slain
Broke ass nigga get a clue
All these niggas know how we do

[Hook: Swae Lee]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take a little bank
Everyday spillin’ up drank
She want the whole crew, shawty brave
When the money talks, what is there to say?
Blow away, watch it blow away
When I die can’t take it to the grave
Hop out, drop, top, fuck y’all talkin’ I need it right now
Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down