Smoke a Pack

Won't sneak up
Don't try to duck
Cut off your fucking head
On some triple six
Demonic shit
See Satan when I'm dead
But I'll send you to him first
Your family see you in the dirt
Your momma crying
Don't say that I'm lying
Prepare to see my worst
Don't like to talk much shit
This a warning this ain't no diss
Don't fuck with the crypto shit
But I'm lurking in crypts and shit
I'm on that redrum, redrum
Riding round with a big gun, big gun
Smoking pack that's big Runtz, big Runtz
Done fucked up many lungs, many lungs

I don't usually smoke but now I'm down to smoke this pack
I don't-I don't usually smoke but now I'm down to smoke this pack
I don't-I don't usually smoke but now I'm down to smoke this pack
Down to-down to smoke this pack
Down to-down to smoke this pack



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Brown-clark
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