"That's Not Smoke" lyrics
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
Yeah, uh, always been an underdog
Except when account balances and numbers involved
Drivin' that 911 so when you gettin' got
You know which number to call
A lot of folks run they mouth
But that's the only thing they runnin' at all
I could hear it when they hunger dissolve
I'm hungry as ever, I'm wantin' it all
My pay done been straight
I'm just scratchin' the surface, you late
The handlebars been apes
And all of that hate, these gorillas gon' tolerate
We just dish out the consequences
Consequently, we don't conversate
The contraband that I'm keepin' concealed
Could introduce y'all to your fate
I'm too busy gettin' money to worry 'bout buddy
Not to mention that nobody gon' fuck with me
'Cause what I got in this hoody
Just hit the bank eleven times
Lately, I can't reminisce on no better times
They tellin' me to settle down
But I'm with that drama 'til I'm dead or in the ground
That's not smoke
That's not smoke, for real
Talk like y'all big steppers
Y'all some hoes, for real
That's not smoke
Ain't worried 'bout it over here
Y'all runnin' that mouth too much
All that tough talk is overkill
Bad, decision
When I go to crash, it's fast collisions
Man, we are so past the talkin' it out
So please do not ask forgiveness
I like to add, the clique full of mathematicians
The drama is bad for business
I get the bag regardless
They tryin' they hardest to stunt it, I'm bad at forgiveness
I'm good at bein' relentless
Knockin' they teeth out 'til somebody seein' a dentist
We gotta be in the Guinness
And keep us a nine like we like the number of innings
I need to holler at Jesus
'Cause I've been doin' me a whole lot of sinnin'
We still familiar with winnin'
They tryna end us, but fuck it 'cause this the beginnin'
Rolls Royce, sittin' under the stars
You could tell by the back-to-back R's
The driveway full of black-on-black cars
They pause when they see the strap in your paws
When the cameras turn on
That's when everybody smackin' they jaws
But when it's time to follow through
That's when you don't see no action at all
That's not smoke, for real
Talk like y'all big steppers
Y'all some hoes, for real
That's not smoke
Ain't worried 'bout it over here
Y'all runnin' that mouth too much
All that tough talk is overkill
Yeah, uh, always been an underdog
Except when account balances and numbers involved
Drivin' that 911 so when you gettin' got
You know which number to call
A lot of folks run they mouth
But that's the only thing they runnin' at all
I could hear it when they hunger dissolve
I'm hungry as ever, I'm wantin' it all
My pay done been straight
I'm just scratchin' the surface, you late
The handlebars been apes
And all of that hate, these gorillas gon' tolerate
We just dish out the consequences
Consequently, we don't conversate
The contraband that I'm keepin' concealed
Could introduce y'all to your fate
I'm too busy gettin' money to worry 'bout buddy
Not to mention that nobody gon' fuck with me
'Cause what I got in this hoody
Just hit the bank eleven times
Lately, I can't reminisce on no better times
They tellin' me to settle down
But I'm with that drama 'til I'm dead or in the ground
That's not smoke
That's not smoke, for real
Talk like y'all big steppers
Y'all some hoes, for real
That's not smoke
Ain't worried 'bout it over here
Y'all runnin' that mouth too much
All that tough talk is overkill
Bad, decision
When I go to crash, it's fast collisions
Man, we are so past the talkin' it out
So please do not ask forgiveness
I like to add, the clique full of mathematicians
The drama is bad for business
I get the bag regardless
They tryin' they hardest to stunt it, I'm bad at forgiveness
I'm good at bein' relentless
Knockin' they teeth out 'til somebody seein' a dentist
We gotta be in the Guinness
And keep us a nine like we like the number of innings
I need to holler at Jesus
'Cause I've been doin' me a whole lot of sinnin'
We still familiar with winnin'
They tryna end us, but fuck it 'cause this the beginnin'
Rolls Royce, sittin' under the stars
You could tell by the back-to-back R's
The driveway full of black-on-black cars
They pause when they see the strap in your paws
When the cameras turn on
That's when everybody smackin' they jaws
But when it's time to follow through
That's when you don't see no action at all
That's not smoke, for real
Talk like y'all big steppers
Y'all some hoes, for real
That's not smoke
Ain't worried 'bout it over here
Y'all runnin' that mouth too much
All that tough talk is overkill
