Maestro
Shitro
Dun Deal on the tra-a-a-a-ack
Nah, he dont want no smoke, nigga
He dont want no smoke
I got that pistol to his throat, nigga
Ayy, I cock back and let it blow, nigga
He dont want no smoke
He dont want no smoke, nigga
I got that pistol to his dome, nigga
Ayy, cock back and let it blow, nigga
I pull up and hop out, then air it out
No questions my nigga, just air it out
Dont give a fuck if the feds out
This is the choppers with red dots
I step on the blood, I got red bottoms
Dont leave no witness, kill all your partners
All of my niggas, yeah, they piranhas
Who wanna rock with the don dada?
I pull up with my locs, nigga
 and one own, nigga
They let them bullets fly straight through your dome, nigga
Bricc City, we the new Death Row, nigga
Nah, he dont want no smoke nigga 
He dont want no smoke 
I got that pistol to his throat, nigga 
Ayy, I cock back and let it blow, nigga 
He dont want no smoke 
He dont want no smoke, nigga 
I got that pistol to his dome, nigga 
Ayy, cock back and let it blow, nigga
Cock that motherfucker back, let it blow
Family boy and then they dyin too
Family ties, man, I got you
Birthday cake and some too
Thugger Thugger what she ridin to
Ima go and spray the avenue
Young and thuggin with an attitude
And Im hot, nigga, grab the tool
These niggas cant see us, yeah
And these niggas cant be us, yeah
You chill with your feet up, yeah
Lets chill with your feet up, yeah
Im not tryna marry you, girl
Aint giving you a ring, oh yeah
Aint giving you a ring, naw, yeah
Im ready to vacuum seal that
Nah, he dont want no smoke nigga 
He dont want no smoke 
I got that pistol to his throat, nigga 
Ayy, I cock back and let it blow, nigga 
He dont want no smoke 
He dont want no smoke, nigga 
I got that pistol to his dome, nigga 
Ayy, cock back and let it blow, nigga