"I Don't Smoke Kendre 2.0" lyrics
Kendra got…
Hol on
Kendre got smoked by the police
Rolling through my city
Say I’m dead, if one of these niggas smoke me
Still drill-time, put cam on the beat
Rand on his death-bed
Plugged up to IV’s
Still smoking dead niggas, Eyes Chinese
What the fuck is motion music?
Play the Dej Loaf “Try me”
Rand he like cracka, he survived
He’s in ICU
Rand, “you gon die”
You not cracka
Nigga I see you
This bitch thick
Big titties fat-ass
Wanna get up on her
Like the thing in her ass crack
Kurt died, took a fake Perc
He didn’t know
This was purchased in the trap house
Nigga meth lab
Step, step, step, step, step
Like it’s stairs there
Get in this ride
You ready to catch a body?
Nigga, hell yeah
I’m rolling, I popped three pills
I’m on meds
Pete roll and he crip
Like a fucking wheel-chair
Hold on, let me count all the dead opps
If I miss one, please excuse me
Nigga been screaming from the mountains
I’m tryna tell yall he’s a fool
I remember we was down bad at vibe
I caught that boy right by the door
I Put that fye on his ass, he lied
I checked his vibe
He said it was cool
Kendre got smoked by the police
Rolling through my city
Say I’m dead, if one of these niggas smoke me
Still drill-time, put cam on the beat
Rand on his death-bed
Plugged up to IV’s
Still smoking dead niggas, Eyes Chinese
What the fuck is motion music?
Play the Dej Loaf “Try me”
Still in the hood
Still got this motherfucking Draco in my book bag
Like an ID
Nigga wet my car up with that switch
Killed my dawg, now I’m pissed
Craziest part about it all
They was tryna pop me
I don’t give a fuck if every light turn Rojo
We can’t stop beefing
In that sentence
Period at a dot
I just rocked with breezy
This bitch thick
Big titties and a fat ass
I Ain’t ate all fucking day I’m finna( hol up)
I ain’t drunk nothing all day
I’m finna pour up
I don’t know them niggas ova dey
But they know us
My phone on 8
I should name this bih Trey
Right now it’s on 8
It’s dead as fuck
Kendre got smoked by the Jake’s
That’s sad as fuck
3+5 equals 8
That’s two dead opps
On my mama
My grandmama
My son, my kids
I don’t know nigga in this world
Could fuck with spins’
Shit on the back of the Glock that make it
Shit on the back of the Glock that make it
Only time I switch
Kendre got smoked by the police
Rolling through my city
Say I’m dead, if one of these niggas smoke me
Still drill-time, put cam on the beat
Rand on his death-bed
Plugged up to IV’s
Still smoking dead niggas, Eyes Chinese
What the fuck is motion music?
Play the Dej Loaf “Try me”
Rand he like cracka, he survived
He’s in ICU
Rand, “you gon die”
You not cracka
Nigga I see you
Hol on
Kendre got smoked by the police
Rolling through my city
Say I’m dead, if one of these niggas smoke me
Still drill-time, put cam on the beat
Rand on his death-bed
Plugged up to IV’s
Still smoking dead niggas, Eyes Chinese
What the fuck is motion music?
Play the Dej Loaf “Try me”
Rand he like cracka, he survived
He’s in ICU
Rand, “you gon die”
You not cracka
Nigga I see you
This bitch thick
Big titties fat-ass
Wanna get up on her
Like the thing in her ass crack
Kurt died, took a fake Perc
He didn’t know
This was purchased in the trap house
Nigga meth lab
Step, step, step, step, step
Like it’s stairs there
Get in this ride
You ready to catch a body?
Nigga, hell yeah
I’m rolling, I popped three pills
I’m on meds
Pete roll and he crip
Like a fucking wheel-chair
Hold on, let me count all the dead opps
If I miss one, please excuse me
Nigga been screaming from the mountains
I’m tryna tell yall he’s a fool
I remember we was down bad at vibe
I caught that boy right by the door
I Put that fye on his ass, he lied
I checked his vibe
He said it was cool
Kendre got smoked by the police
Rolling through my city
Say I’m dead, if one of these niggas smoke me
Still drill-time, put cam on the beat
Rand on his death-bed
Plugged up to IV’s
Still smoking dead niggas, Eyes Chinese
What the fuck is motion music?
Play the Dej Loaf “Try me”
Still in the hood
Still got this motherfucking Draco in my book bag
Like an ID
Nigga wet my car up with that switch
Killed my dawg, now I’m pissed
Craziest part about it all
They was tryna pop me
I don’t give a fuck if every light turn Rojo
We can’t stop beefing
In that sentence
Period at a dot
I just rocked with breezy
This bitch thick
Big titties and a fat ass
I Ain’t ate all fucking day I’m finna( hol up)
I ain’t drunk nothing all day
I’m finna pour up
I don’t know them niggas ova dey
But they know us
My phone on 8
I should name this bih Trey
Right now it’s on 8
It’s dead as fuck
Kendre got smoked by the Jake’s
That’s sad as fuck
3+5 equals 8
That’s two dead opps
On my mama
My grandmama
My son, my kids
I don’t know nigga in this world
Could fuck with spins’
Shit on the back of the Glock that make it
Shit on the back of the Glock that make it
Only time I switch
Kendre got smoked by the police
Rolling through my city
Say I’m dead, if one of these niggas smoke me
Still drill-time, put cam on the beat
Rand on his death-bed
Plugged up to IV’s
Still smoking dead niggas, Eyes Chinese
What the fuck is motion music?
Play the Dej Loaf “Try me”
Rand he like cracka, he survived
He’s in ICU
Rand, “you gon die”
You not cracka
Nigga I see you
