Don't Get Smoked - SD, Gino Marley

Boy don’t get whacked, boy we stay strapped

Yeah we love combat, we stay totting the gat'

Yeah we love war, boy don’t get

Smoked

I got my niggas out here, they totting to blow

Boy don’t get wet, you might be next

And if you playing with my money you get stretched

Bitch we got vets, don’t shoot at chest

And if you running, best be ducking from the tech

You lose your neck, no disrespect

These bitches on me, they can’t fold me, I’mma wreck

We thumbing through a check, these bitches on my dick

And if his man’s got it we gon' rob him on the set

I make your bitch regret, she fuck me and the set

This Glock a leave em stitched, bitch I ball like Dominic

We shoot with no regrets, like Stojakovic

I know that I’m the shit, I can buy the mall with this

Boy don’t get whacked, my niggas strapped

We known for running through them racks and get it back

Them pistols clap, and shells attack

If you a target you get hit, then it’s a wrap

I smoke blunts in the back, counting racks

Riding through the city with a pistol on my lap

My niggas blow that sack, back to work and get it back

Bitch I ball like Money Mitch, for the shit you could get whacked

You quarterback, then you get sacked

Take you down and you won’t get a quarter back

Play quarterback, then you get sacked

Take you down and for that shit you could get whacked

Squad