Smith & Wesson
Smith and Wesson
I keep it real but snitch with the textin'
I guess a bitch with no ass be breastin'
I been the shit and so I'm the next thing
The best of the rest and nigga I do the testin'
I'll sit you down finna teach you, some lessons
Teach you how I'mma make it to the Bentley's
And throw shots like that Smith and Wesson
Fuck it
I'll put my shoes on before I put on my stockings
I'm gettin' goosebumps when we makin' true love
And I feel too hot the moment she goes down to suck it
Pasta, bitch I'mma pass that
My weed burn my dreads lock like rastas
And such is fugeyzi, man fuck what you sayin'
I bet I'll make your next girl my today's bitch
Let me keep the flow low and not do too much
Y'all think I be killin' rappers I don't do such
Bitch I'm not boo'd up cuz, you girls do suck
Y'all wanna gold dig you cold bitches all of you fucked
I'm tryna figure out what is and what's not
For breakfast I had corned beefs and hot dogs
I'm so used to touchin' her hot box
She tastes so good I'm on it and got lost
Smith and Wesson
I keep it real but snitch with the textin'
I guess a bitch with no ass be breastin'
I been the shit and so I'm the next thing
The best of the rest and nigga I do the testin'
I'll sit you down finna teach you, some lessons
Teach you how I'mma make it to the Bentley's
And throw shots like that Smith and Wesson
I be pulling in, why this niggas talking
Everyday I'm making p's stacking this is nothing
Why you moving slow
Yo, I'm on the go, pause
Bitches ain't slick man you know how it goes
I ain't with this fake shit I ain't with no pose
I be moving clean, and a nigga so cold
Be careful with the shits
Heavy is the head and its wavy with a crown
Smokes all up, I'm just blazing with the ounce
Hit me with no dumb shit, hit me with the I.O
I be with the jiggas and we crazy with the crowd
Up in the sky I be hitting all this loud
Laugh out loud I'm the joker in the town
Gotham in my hand and you in my book
Bitches on lock man this ain't no fluke
Relax my g, Deuce with the hook
Yeah there's fire in the booth
Smith and Wesson
I keep it real but snitch with the textin'
I guess a bitch with no ass be breastin'
I been the shit and so I'm the next thing
The best of the rest and nigga I do the testin'
I'll sit you down finna teach you, some lessons
Teach you how I'mma make it to the Bentley's
And throw shots like that Smith and Wesson
'99 I arrived
22 fucking years nigga, I'm still alive
I'm big and fly, these wack rappers can only try
I'm Deuce tha godlike let me tell you 'bout Reece nigga
I'm like a black widow, I got my ass big O
I fuck your shawty and I flung her through the back window
Boy I'm a Smith like Will Jaden and Willow
And I don't speak Spanish cuz I got a bad lingo
I got milk on my sugar island
And two pancakes in my super fry pan
I'm quite late, gotta call my uber driver
I'm the hooper side man like a cool and high dad look
I hit the baseball, I been a bape god
I'm in a safe mall, I made the gates fall
I kinda played dumb, I couldn't say nu'n
I couldn't run my way through but the race won
Smith and Wesson
I keep it real but snitch with the textin'
I guess a bitch with no ass be breastin'
I been the shit and so I'm the next thing
The best of the rest and nigga I do the testin'
I'll sit you down finna teach you, some lessons
Teach you how I'mma make it to the Bentley's
And throw shots like that Smith and Wesson
I keep it real but snitch with the textin'
I guess a bitch with no ass be breastin'
I been the shit and so I'm the next thing
The best of the rest and nigga I do the testin'
I'll sit you down finna teach you, some lessons
Teach you how I'mma make it to the Bentley's
And throw shots like that Smith and Wesson
Fuck it
I'll put my shoes on before I put on my stockings
I'm gettin' goosebumps when we makin' true love
And I feel too hot the moment she goes down to suck it
Pasta, bitch I'mma pass that
My weed burn my dreads lock like rastas
And such is fugeyzi, man fuck what you sayin'
I bet I'll make your next girl my today's bitch
Let me keep the flow low and not do too much
Y'all think I be killin' rappers I don't do such
Bitch I'm not boo'd up cuz, you girls do suck
Y'all wanna gold dig you cold bitches all of you fucked
I'm tryna figure out what is and what's not
For breakfast I had corned beefs and hot dogs
I'm so used to touchin' her hot box
She tastes so good I'm on it and got lost
Smith and Wesson
I keep it real but snitch with the textin'
I guess a bitch with no ass be breastin'
I been the shit and so I'm the next thing
The best of the rest and nigga I do the testin'
I'll sit you down finna teach you, some lessons
Teach you how I'mma make it to the Bentley's
And throw shots like that Smith and Wesson
I be pulling in, why this niggas talking
Everyday I'm making p's stacking this is nothing
Why you moving slow
Yo, I'm on the go, pause
Bitches ain't slick man you know how it goes
I ain't with this fake shit I ain't with no pose
I be moving clean, and a nigga so cold
Be careful with the shits
Heavy is the head and its wavy with a crown
Smokes all up, I'm just blazing with the ounce
Hit me with no dumb shit, hit me with the I.O
I be with the jiggas and we crazy with the crowd
Up in the sky I be hitting all this loud
Laugh out loud I'm the joker in the town
Gotham in my hand and you in my book
Bitches on lock man this ain't no fluke
Relax my g, Deuce with the hook
Yeah there's fire in the booth
Smith and Wesson
I keep it real but snitch with the textin'
I guess a bitch with no ass be breastin'
I been the shit and so I'm the next thing
The best of the rest and nigga I do the testin'
I'll sit you down finna teach you, some lessons
Teach you how I'mma make it to the Bentley's
And throw shots like that Smith and Wesson
'99 I arrived
22 fucking years nigga, I'm still alive
I'm big and fly, these wack rappers can only try
I'm Deuce tha godlike let me tell you 'bout Reece nigga
I'm like a black widow, I got my ass big O
I fuck your shawty and I flung her through the back window
Boy I'm a Smith like Will Jaden and Willow
And I don't speak Spanish cuz I got a bad lingo
I got milk on my sugar island
And two pancakes in my super fry pan
I'm quite late, gotta call my uber driver
I'm the hooper side man like a cool and high dad look
I hit the baseball, I been a bape god
I'm in a safe mall, I made the gates fall
I kinda played dumb, I couldn't say nu'n
I couldn't run my way through but the race won
Smith and Wesson
I keep it real but snitch with the textin'
I guess a bitch with no ass be breastin'
I been the shit and so I'm the next thing
The best of the rest and nigga I do the testin'
I'll sit you down finna teach you, some lessons
Teach you how I'mma make it to the Bentley's
And throw shots like that Smith and Wesson
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Writer(s): Esosa Idemudia
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