Smackers Lyrics – TEC, Fredo Bang

Read the full Smackers lyrics by TEC and Fredo Bang along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tec’s music, you can also explore Fake Smiles and Soulja, two other songs by Tec.

[Intro: TEC]
(Hold on, Lil Ree)
(Mikki Gunz On Da Track)
New jacket come from Italy
I be popping mad s*it, them b!tches sick of me
Running s*it up tryna get my n!ggas an emerald piece
(AyeReek, get in there)
Grew up, can’t get rid of me

[Chorus: TEC]
All my motherfu*ker memories, my enemies rest in peace
N!gga in the lab playing with that glass like it’s chemistry
I can speak on the ‘net, but the feds running in the streets
B!tch, real smackers walking all in traffic, left ’em in the streets
You don’t wanna see no murder, for real
Surviving out here for years, strapped up and I’m still here
Don’t look familiar
You can’t come around us, lil’ b!tch, get your kills up
You ain’t never downed nothing (No)

[Verse 1: TEC]
Never panic, that smoke landing like the mar!juana
Ooh, I rep that 3 and pink s*it like Budda Baker from Arizona
Cardinals, whole clique of carpenters, we got them hammers on
Pray I don’t gotta crash
And when we go, them b!tches put camera on us, yeah
Bullets ripping like pages off the Carbon magazine
Put cheese on him, macaroni, 45 shells on the scene
Give him eight rounds, but this fight won’t go down in the rain
B!tch, for them blues losse, I go on with this mood like Don King
Inhale and exhale and that Glock calling
Pop ’em, put them in the bag, them n!ggas corny
Don’t get in with no semi if we finna go get dizzy
Fu*k who in the car with him, wet his s*it up like a shimmy

[Chorus: TEC & Fredo Bang]
All my motherfu*ker memories, my enemies rest in peace

N!gga in the lab playing with that glass like it’s chemistry
I can speak on the ‘net, but the feds running in the streets
B!tch, real smackers walking all in traffic, left ’em in the streets
You don’t wanna see no murder, for real (No)
Surviving out here for years, strapped up and I’m still here (Woo)
Don’t look familiar
You can’t come around us (Grrt), lil’ b!tch, get your kills up (Ayy, sheesh)
You ain’t never downed nothing (No)

[Verse 2: Fredo Bang]
Ayy, okay, real smacker, I ain’t got no sympathy for no enemy, yeah
Taking dope to cope (Yeah, yeah), I’ma pouring four until my kidney bleed
She say I’m the realest, she can tell this from my energy (From my energy)
Won’t go for nothing, you best be ready to die if you come fu*k with me (Grrt)
Okay, we grab all the semis, turn them automatic (Fah, fah)
You take mine, I take yours, that’s just automatic (Oh yeah)
I can’t do no lacking, I’m on Addys, up and ready for action
We kill s*it traffic, just like rats, fry ’em up and bag in (Bah)
Ayy, that Draco tear his sky off just like Fortnite (Just like Fortnite)
Hundred round drum, I’m tryna hear the most about it (Most abotu it)
Can’t see me beefing with no n!gga who ain’t caught a body (Mm, mm)
And, boy, I doubt it’s been a minute since I thought about it (Bah, bah)

[Chorus: TEC]
‘Cause all my motherfu*ker memories, my enemies rest in peace
N!gga in the lab playing with that glass like it’s chemistry
I can speak on the ‘net, but the feds running in the streets
B!tch, real smackers walking all in traffic, left ’em in the streets
You don’t wanna see no murder, for real
Surviving out here for years, strapped up and I’m still here
Don’t look familiar
You can’t come around us, lil’ b!tch, get your kills up
You ain’t never downed nothing