Future & Young Thug – All Da Smoke

She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
In a corner too, I’m killed
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
I missed a couple shows for my deal

Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
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 (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

Make the dope do the windmill
We leaning, facts
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
How you dig that?
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)

Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
[Outro: Young Thug]
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]

Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Yeah
Slatt
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
You it, I’m it, everybody it
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
If I could take it back I will
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
And don’t you take that to the head
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit (on god)
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You know I got you in my will
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Nigga swing through Actavis
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke (huh)
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Having a private party, you know how that go
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
This money turning me on, ayy