Trippie Redd, Pachino - No Smoke No Smoke 1400 B.C. / Sauce

All these shooters with me, yeah they on go, ayy Swear they don't want smoke, no Haters don't want smoke No smoke, no smoke They don't want no smoke They don't want no smoke, on the block with my goons I hit a nigga up, I don't like to pick and choose I just fuck on every ho that come into my DMs I be getting all this money, I don't spend it on BMs I ain't got no baby but your bitch my lil baby Dare a nigga play me, I'ma shoot him, is you crazy Yeah I'm going brazy, off the codeine, bitch I'm brazy Blowing all this dope, it got me motherfuckin' lazy Yeah, yeah, yeah Dripping in the sauce It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce Put water on the Rollie, and the wrist yeah that's DeVoss I don't like your bitch 'cause she keep asking what it cost You ain't a boss if you ain't never took a loss Said he put it on the B's, yeah he put it on the B's Even if he ain't crip, man I hope them niggas C Man if she ain't topping then that bitch she gotta leave I don't smoke no mids, man I only smoke OGs Smoke gorilla, smoke gorilla, like a nigga in the jungle Talking up under they lip, all them niggas do is mumble Out to 10k last week, nigga that's just on a humble And any time I speak I need a bundle when I come through Dripping in the sauce It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce It don't make sense, all this motherfuckin' sauce