Smoke Boys – No Rules lyrics

[Verse 1:Deepee]
Boom, 5 bricks that's a body order
I'm fit do a round make my body warm up
Got a body torch that make a body warm up
Arms out, see 6 in a bodywarmer
Large house in the sticks with the foreign water
That's my mouth on a wish that I probably thought up
In a house full of bricks tryna chop it all up
Tryna bounce on a prick cause he's wadded all up
Tooled up with a hoodie a bally tryna get in
Woke up on an aggi, with something carried to win
Cuh it's been hard and I got a savage in my skin dog
I end y'all nigga having rip like [?]
Big car figures with a yard by sizzler
[?] other nigga while he's rippin' on his rinser
Eat down niggas I ain't tryna make a drink
Nah palm on the clip, tryna rass off a big slug

[Verse 2:Sleeks]
I got piff and I’m tryna get rich
Get a brick break it down get the O’s all bagged
I’m on the strip niggas thinking one flip then they’re rich
Bad news it don’t go like that
Tell ‘em bring Solem back
I ain’t gonna front
Heaven took another soul from man
And I really don’t owe no man
Chrome on a strap, clap, Imma watch it blow like fan
And I been on the strip with the chicks
Tryna get my dick licked she better do this properly
Red beam on the stick when I lift it
If he steps in my property
I make moves like Monopoly
And ain’t none of these haters stopping me
They’re talking 'bout the Section
Watching the movement
Then a little boy start copying

[Verse 3:Knine]
Gimmie a brick Imma show you what to do with it
Break it down in bits
Then hit the strip get rid of it
My niggas been my niggas since day
I don’t really fuck with new niggas
Been putting blade up a skin
And I move like Wolverine with it
Been dicking down these tings
Feel the piece then they fall in love with it
Been on the streets of [?]
GG nigga that’s done gripping
When it’s movie time then that clip’s got a long filming
Trap or die nigga gotta keep them phones ringing

[Verse 4:Reeko]
Pengting in me
I’m just tryna be in her
Paigons see me
I tell broski reverse
Stormz all on me I need a young boy to work
And she got a backy
But her face is just hurt
Bro he smokey
He tryna put a boy in earth
Lowkey blowing weed
I’m out here in a shirt
Spin spin with me I’m out here on a work
And dem man on me coz I took their work

[Verse 5:Swift]
It’s everyday ring trap and get paid
It’s not everyday call anyone Bae
You ain’t Scarface you’re just moving Yay
You still watching my dawg’s face you’re just moving gay
Been smokey cliques been dopey ain’t safe for the tre
Gyal give a man ah Section or nah
You can even ask Trey
Smoke bumbaclart I’m with JSqwa
My nigga JSK
Trey goin bbabababa bbubabba kinda sound like Kaine

[Verse 6:Littlez]
My niggas they squeeze now my niggas don’t play
Tryna get P’s some I’m trapping all day
This weed too loud can’t hear what you say
Section’s in the place so you better make way
Brick on the way 6k what I pay
I’m with 6 in Trey got 6 in the tre
Got her in the bit talking bout she wanna stay
I dick it for a hour then she gotta go away
Ain’t talking no money I don’t wanna know
See me on the roads with my bros dem tryna double up
In the trap house got the amm bits cutting up
Stepping out all the hoes den wanna cuddle up
Niggas ain’t on nuttin' manna let off suttin'
They just wanna talk till the feds dem cuffing up
Everyday I get my hustle on
Tryna get the gwala in
They hating on me I couldn’t give a fuck

[Verse 7:Inch]
You don’t wanna see me on a Wiley one
Coz my squad we roll deep
Fuck a bottom or top I came from streets
It’s Section only who the fuck are these neeks
Nah man they’re not in man's league
They’re getting it twisted this grind ain’t cheap
And on my life akh, this amne' ain’t weak
Oh damn I been grinding for weeks
I keep on spending I’m tired of these fiends