Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit (on god)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
Nigga swing through Actavis
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
You it, I’m it, everybody it

We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (huh)

Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Having a private party, you know how that go
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
Slatt
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
[Outro: Young Thug]
Hit it from the back (kill it)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
We want all the smoke
Yeah
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)

We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
If I could take it back I will
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)

Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
We leaning, facts
This money turning me on, ayy
We want all the smoke
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
[Intro: Future & Young Thug]

My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
And don’t you take that to the head
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy
In a corner too, I’m killed
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
Make the dope do the windmill
You know I got you in my will
I missed a couple shows for my deal
How you dig that?
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)