I Don’t Smoke Kendre

Lyrics

[Intro] Kendre got, hold on (Kendre got smoked, 'bout to roll him right now) Kendre got smoked, 'bout to, alright You sure you wanna go there? (Drilltime, what you cookin' up, nigga?) [Verse] Kendre got smoked by the police I fuck with jit, so I'ma leave him out the 'Wood and smoke Pete Durk got killed by his homie, shit was so creep Foolio a bitch and an ashtray lowkey Vonta got pushed out the car, so he roll easy This nigga mama got shot and he still tweakin' This nigga bitch got shot, Ku I know she leavin' They shot that hoe finger off, she couldn't even tweet it, ayy Bink gang, throw your motherfuckin' B's up They don't hang on Brooklyn no morе, them niggas eased up Rod K diеd, he was spinnin', guess he freezed up Fuck his last words, Ku, the last thing he seen was us, ayy Niggas know we get it poppin' Ku, I might miss in the Range, but I can hit a movin' target Shoo-Shootin' for his head, I fuck 'round and hit his body I'm just shootin' and I'm sprayin', I fuck 'round and hit his partner, go, ayy Where my motherfuckin' crew at? Spinabenz the new wave, like a motherfuckin' durag Spazz2x got dropped, how he do that? Scrollin' through his phone in Hilltop, thought you knew that? Ayy, Mookie died in slow motion Jug died, hurricane season, they still blowin' Drinkin' dead opps, I'm sleepin' and still pourin' Teki wastin' time on the plug, he dead and they don't know it, ayy I said Teki, but you thought I said TK Cool, I heard they did Mookie like some liquor, hold on (Hold on) Cool, I heard they did Mookie like a bank 'cause he got chased One, two, three, four, how many times La Cracka got faced? Sprayed his ass, shot him in his eyes like he got maced My daughter, she like me, she be in school and she don't play Tyrese twerkin' on the bathroom, look y'all, he so gay Juju takin' sink pictures, go and look y'all, he so gay Bibby died in Hilltop, Jamarius the same way Rod K too, you know I smoke his ass everyday Bibby in my cup, uh, cool, that boy got chased When Ku 'nem smokin' Kendre, I don't hit it, off his brother face I'ma put Foolio mama back on coke, the next thing he say I like my tangy wings fried hard, I'ma eat his face Ooh, died in his brother's face Always wonder what his brother told his mama to this fuckin' day Clean up man came through spinnin' with a .38 Drilltime, I need some more beats, it's way more opps to say