Don't Get Smoked

[Hook x2: SD] 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 [Verse 1: SD] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Gino Marley] 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 [Hook]