Yung Smokey (Freestyle)
Big blunts only
Bad bitches only
Real niggas in the building
Fake niggas couldn't feel it
So we get high no limit
Speed by drop top we winning
You standing outside, we in it
So real I'm so authentic
Murder man just waiting on a killing
I got kush for actors, Bruce Willis
Kill you and your siblings
You ain't getting no money, why you chillin?
Your bitch ain't bad why you with her
She always mad with the cock blockin' sister
Roll up my weed or I will dismiss her
I'm a real pimp and I never will kiss her
Taken everything it's a stick up
I got whatcha need from the livery to the pick up
Weed got no seeds boy I'm smoking on heaven
She told me I'm the one but together we are eleven
House party flow we mad bring the seven
Real nigga shit all dawgs got to heaven
J's on my feet, got the space jam eleven
Stay so fly, make room I'm landing
Bad bitches only, don't ask I demand it
I be wilding out, flexing, styling out
When I step out gotta bring the mamis out
On the west cooling but I'm coming from the south
Young dread head with them golds in his mouth
Simmie is the nigga that I told you about
Who will take your girlfriend
Now his hand up her blouse
Bad bitches only
Real niggas in the building
Fake niggas couldn't feel it
So we get high no limit
Speed by drop top we winning
You standing outside, we in it
So real I'm so authentic
Murder man just waiting on a killing
I got kush for actors, Bruce Willis
Kill you and your siblings
You ain't getting no money, why you chillin?
Your bitch ain't bad why you with her
She always mad with the cock blockin' sister
Roll up my weed or I will dismiss her
I'm a real pimp and I never will kiss her
Taken everything it's a stick up
I got whatcha need from the livery to the pick up
Weed got no seeds boy I'm smoking on heaven
She told me I'm the one but together we are eleven
House party flow we mad bring the seven
Real nigga shit all dawgs got to heaven
J's on my feet, got the space jam eleven
Stay so fly, make room I'm landing
Bad bitches only, don't ask I demand it
I be wilding out, flexing, styling out
When I step out gotta bring the mamis out
On the west cooling but I'm coming from the south
Young dread head with them golds in his mouth
Simmie is the nigga that I told you about
Who will take your girlfriend
Now his hand up her blouse
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Writer(s): Andrew Lamont Thomas
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