No Smoke No Smoke 1400 B.C. / Sauce
Track 8 on A Love Letter to You
Apr. 16, 20171 viewer51.8K views
No Smoke No Smoke 1400 B.C. / Sauce Lyrics
[Intro: Trippie Redd]
I just wanna know
I'm smokin'... go
Woo, woo, woo, brr, ayy
Shooters on go
All these shooters with me, yeah, they on go
All these shooters with me, yeah, they on go, ayy
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Swear they don't want smoke, no
Hater don't want smoke, yeah
No smoke, no smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't want no smoke, ayy
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
They don't want no smoke, on the block with my goons
I hit a nigga up, I don't like to pick and choose
I just fuck on every hoe that come into my DMs
I be getting all this money, I don't spend it on BMs
I ain't got no baby, but your bitch my lil' baby, huh
Dare a nigga play me, I'ma shoot him, is you crazy? Huh
Yeah, I'm going brazy, off the codeine, bitch, I'm brazy, huh
Blowing all this dope, it got me motherfuckin' lazy, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Pachino]
Dripping in the sauce
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce (I got you, Bloody)
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce (Alright, let me talk to 'em)
It don't make sense (It really don't), all this motherfuckin' sauce (Huh)
I just wanna know
I'm smokin'... go
Woo, woo, woo, brr, ayy
Shooters on go
All these shooters with me, yeah, they on go
All these shooters with me, yeah, they on go, ayy
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Swear they don't want smoke, no
Hater don't want smoke, yeah
No smoke, no smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't want no smoke, ayy
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
They don't want no smoke, on the block with my goons
I hit a nigga up, I don't like to pick and choose
I just fuck on every hoe that come into my DMs
I be getting all this money, I don't spend it on BMs
I ain't got no baby, but your bitch my lil' baby, huh
Dare a nigga play me, I'ma shoot him, is you crazy? Huh
Yeah, I'm going brazy, off the codeine, bitch, I'm brazy, huh
Blowing all this dope, it got me motherfuckin' lazy, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Pachino]
Dripping in the sauce
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce (I got you, Bloody)
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce (Alright, let me talk to 'em)
It don't make sense (It really don't), all this motherfuckin' sauce (Huh)
[Verse 2: Pachino]
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce (Yeah)
Put water on the Rollie, and the wrist, yeah, that's the Voss (Bling)
I don't like your bitch 'cause she keep asking what it cost (Mind yo bidness, bitch)
Nigga, you ain't a boss if you ain't never took a loss (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Said he put it on the Bs, yeah, he put it on the Bs
Even if he ain't Crip, man, I hope them niggas see (Brr)
Man, if she ain't topping then that bitch she gotta leave (Get out)
I don't smoke no mids, man, I only smoke OGs
Smoke gorilla, smoke gorilla, like a nigga in the jungle
Talking up under they lip, all them niggas do is mumble (Yeah)
I did 10k last week, nigga, that's just on a humble (Cash)
And any time I speak, I need a bundle when I come through (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Pachino]
Dripping in the sauce
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce (Yeah)
Put water on the Rollie, and the wrist, yeah, that's the Voss (Bling)
I don't like your bitch 'cause she keep asking what it cost (Mind yo bidness, bitch)
Nigga, you ain't a boss if you ain't never took a loss (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Said he put it on the Bs, yeah, he put it on the Bs
Even if he ain't Crip, man, I hope them niggas see (Brr)
Man, if she ain't topping then that bitch she gotta leave (Get out)
I don't smoke no mids, man, I only smoke OGs
Smoke gorilla, smoke gorilla, like a nigga in the jungle
Talking up under they lip, all them niggas do is mumble (Yeah)
I did 10k last week, nigga, that's just on a humble (Cash)
And any time I speak, I need a bundle when I come through (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Pachino]
Dripping in the sauce
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce
It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce
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