Smoke Freestyle
Smoke up in the air and I can't see the shit
Choke and pull a hair and I don't need the bitch
Now I'm on my Leo nigga hand the switch
Hits for my people get my family rich
I don't give a fuck if you don't like my music
She said she's going to love me, shot her with this Cupid
Niggas ain't living and I really do this
Oh yeah, he really do this
Oh yeah, he really do this
Now I'm on some new shit
Chilling with my crew bitch
Walking guns, this shit hold like two hits
Niggas say he shoot this so I can't fucking lose this
Do it if I got to
Gangsta nigga not you
Clean bald head like Caillou
And they'll fucking tie you
Tell your people hide to
Cause when they fucking ride through
And when they fucking find you
Watch out who you lie to
You think it's safe, this a dirty place
You can die too
He ain't think he can die
Exotic drugs, closed casket, bloody slugs
What you thought
I don't know who he was
Gun him down just because
And that's my cuz, but he tripping though
Israel pack hitting though
Hanging like a mistletoe
Now it's time to go
Now it's time to roll
Throw the fucking pole, get low
She don't know I know she fucked the bro
OG told me go and stick him up
Icky Vicky double cup
Jazz died, fuck me up
Bad bitch, suck me up
Jazz died, that shit fuck me up
It's all good, we gonna double back
Yeah
Novak and they know that
It's all good
Baltimore
Choke and pull a hair and I don't need the bitch
Now I'm on my Leo nigga hand the switch
Hits for my people get my family rich
I don't give a fuck if you don't like my music
She said she's going to love me, shot her with this Cupid
Niggas ain't living and I really do this
Oh yeah, he really do this
Oh yeah, he really do this
Now I'm on some new shit
Chilling with my crew bitch
Walking guns, this shit hold like two hits
Niggas say he shoot this so I can't fucking lose this
Do it if I got to
Gangsta nigga not you
Clean bald head like Caillou
And they'll fucking tie you
Tell your people hide to
Cause when they fucking ride through
And when they fucking find you
Watch out who you lie to
You think it's safe, this a dirty place
You can die too
He ain't think he can die
Exotic drugs, closed casket, bloody slugs
What you thought
I don't know who he was
Gun him down just because
And that's my cuz, but he tripping though
Israel pack hitting though
Hanging like a mistletoe
Now it's time to go
Now it's time to roll
Throw the fucking pole, get low
She don't know I know she fucked the bro
OG told me go and stick him up
Icky Vicky double cup
Jazz died, fuck me up
Bad bitch, suck me up
Jazz died, that shit fuck me up
It's all good, we gonna double back
Yeah
Novak and they know that
It's all good
Baltimore
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Writer(s): Kavon Parker
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