I Don’t Smoke Kendre 2.0

Lyrics

[Intro] Kendra got… Hol on [Chorus] 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 [Verse] 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 [Chorus] 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" [Verse] 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 [Chorus] 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