Smoking Kill

Low Key Bake
I'm missing like a cold case
Hold on wait
I'm popping in your whole face
Fuck a taste
I'm dropping off the whole thing
Humble til the death of me
I'm posted through the whole place
Talk is cheap
You gotta put that work in
Darkened streets
You'll never see me lurking
Baby need that bag. I'm tryna cop a Birkin
Sold my soul a long time ago. It ain't worth it
Big dome just like Jimmy
Two voices in that shit. You can call me Timmy
Money on my mind and that's all so gimme
Made a little sting, so I'm buzzing in your city
Shrink told me use more of your coping skills
Stinky OG, just more of me smoking kill
On the look out for a healthier path
Feeling fresh to death. You dirty bitches need a bath

What you see
Why you mad
Peep the rearview as I laugh
Gain some content
At least a dash
You swerving hitting shit
I'm smashing on the gas
What you see
Why you mad
Peep the rearview as I laugh
Gain some content
At least a dash
You swerving hitting shit
I'm smashing on the gas bitch

I dropped a tourniquet
Might as well blow my face off for the fuck of it
Ima lose to these diagnostics
Body shutting down.
Too much liquor in my system
I'm rotting now
All these drugs up in my nose
Always wipe it like I got a cold
All I breathe is mold
Non satisfied with these putrid stories told
I recollect the ceiling from the night before til I hit the ground
Woke up then I wanted more

What you see
Why you mad
Peep the rearview as I laugh
Gain some content
At least a dash
You swerving hitting shit
I'm smashing on the gas
What you see
Why you mad
Peep the rearview as I laugh
Gain some content
At least a dash
You swerving hitting shit
I'm smashing on the gas bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Chavez
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