Smoke
Stomping on your turf
Ready, shoot you like it's Nerf
Boy you looking like a smurf
With that goofy-looking smirk
Man, I come in to hurt
It's one hit to the dirt
I pull up you (skrrt)
You can both get the work
Boy I hit hard like creed
See you drop to your knees
You know I got the keys
Why you looking so cheesed?
Theo hutted hard
That boy cannot aim
You talking all that shit
But when shots popped you dipped!
I got nuts, you got space
You get dropped, get the fade
I'll pull up in a hearse
When I take you to the grave
Damn, Rick, you smellin' like your bars
All you make is trash
You think that shit went hard?
Finger on the trigger
But the ammo lookin' dry
Nick you small as fuck
But that neck look 6 foot 5
Born in Ohio
The five one three
I see you guard the paint
But I pull up from three
One hit Rick listen in
Don't you dare look away
Say you wanna box
But you can't take a shot
Wearing boxers, come stop me
Your whole style sloppy
You can't do a thing
Get left in a sling
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
RTV my boy go hard
IBP ain't got no bars
Varsity, we look like stars
I play my hand, I see your cards
Bluffing!
Pull-up, getcha jumping
You ain't nothing
Look at us
St- st- stunting
Music dropping, you should stop it
Stick to vlogging, you ain't popping
Dawg I got it
Step to me I, pop the noggin
That flow weak, I know you bought it
Out of pocket, want the work?
You know I got it on the court
You know I splash up on it
Ooh, look at the wrist
Nickspics, take a pick of this dick, uh, yeah
Send you into space, pick your girl up in my rover
Boy your luck is over, you gon' really need that clover
You ain't, you ain't Shaq, it's more like Dwight
I feel like Kobe, I take fight
Blaow, tip of the top, loading the bic, get it to pop, bang
Boy I do my thing
Taking shots you shooting blanks
Taking shots I'm shooting fades
I am the king, know your place
We're up in this chase
Man, It's over, I'm sorry
You pranked me with my sister's car?
What, why?
Pulled up in a 'Rari
You ain't got me
You can't stop me
Called up Steezy
Call them cheesy
He's so easy
'Cause he's sleazy
Leave me queezy
He's so freaky!
Six foot one, one 65
I run like a Prius
I hit like a truck
Hard like Malik
And efficient as fuck
Ready, shoot you like it's Nerf
Boy you looking like a smurf
With that goofy-looking smirk
Man, I come in to hurt
It's one hit to the dirt
I pull up you (skrrt)
You can both get the work
Boy I hit hard like creed
See you drop to your knees
You know I got the keys
Why you looking so cheesed?
Theo hutted hard
That boy cannot aim
You talking all that shit
But when shots popped you dipped!
I got nuts, you got space
You get dropped, get the fade
I'll pull up in a hearse
When I take you to the grave
Damn, Rick, you smellin' like your bars
All you make is trash
You think that shit went hard?
Finger on the trigger
But the ammo lookin' dry
Nick you small as fuck
But that neck look 6 foot 5
Born in Ohio
The five one three
I see you guard the paint
But I pull up from three
One hit Rick listen in
Don't you dare look away
Say you wanna box
But you can't take a shot
Wearing boxers, come stop me
Your whole style sloppy
You can't do a thing
Get left in a sling
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
RTV my boy go hard
IBP ain't got no bars
Varsity, we look like stars
I play my hand, I see your cards
Bluffing!
Pull-up, getcha jumping
You ain't nothing
Look at us
St- st- stunting
Music dropping, you should stop it
Stick to vlogging, you ain't popping
Dawg I got it
Step to me I, pop the noggin
That flow weak, I know you bought it
Out of pocket, want the work?
You know I got it on the court
You know I splash up on it
Ooh, look at the wrist
Nickspics, take a pick of this dick, uh, yeah
Send you into space, pick your girl up in my rover
Boy your luck is over, you gon' really need that clover
You ain't, you ain't Shaq, it's more like Dwight
I feel like Kobe, I take fight
Blaow, tip of the top, loading the bic, get it to pop, bang
Boy I do my thing
Taking shots you shooting blanks
Taking shots I'm shooting fades
I am the king, know your place
We're up in this chase
Man, It's over, I'm sorry
You pranked me with my sister's car?
What, why?
Pulled up in a 'Rari
You ain't got me
You can't stop me
Called up Steezy
Call them cheesy
He's so easy
'Cause he's sleazy
Leave me queezy
He's so freaky!
Six foot one, one 65
I run like a Prius
I hit like a truck
Hard like Malik
And efficient as fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Kye Gibbon, Matthew Robson-scott, Raphaella Mazaheri-asadi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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