Future & Young Thug – All Da Smoke

Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
Make the dope do the windmill
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
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)
We want all the smoke (huh)
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
We leaning, facts
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals

Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it

We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)

Slatt
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
In a corner too, I’m killed
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]

How you dig that?
You know I got you in my will
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
Having a private party, you know how that go
We want all the smoke
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
We want all the smoke
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps
Nigga swing through Actavis
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
This money turning me on, ayy
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
I missed a couple shows for my deal
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit (on god)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)

Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)

Yeah
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke

We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
[Outro: Young Thug]
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
We want all the smoke
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)