Smackdown!
Double my pack quick
Then I fly on a hoe
Smoke yah to ashes
When I ride on the low
Bitches they cappin
But can't ride on my flow
All this bread that I'm stacking
Bitch I slide with a loaf
All these Stuck up bitches can't ride with a pro
Got me fucked up bitches tryna ask for my doe
Bitch I'm grinding a million keep my hand on the pole
Bout shoot you down with the stars little bro
You fooled me once
Can't fool me twice
Bitch back down
I'm pullin up
Like son of christ
Straight out the sky
Shoot thunder bolt
Don't need a pole
I am a god
Straight out tomb
I'm done with lies
I Burn the fool
Don't pitty you
Mothafucka
Get on your knees
I Make you suffer
For cappin up in the streets
Body bag for you and a duffle all to me
The price you pay
When you fuck with a prophecy
Smack down
Double-dub to the E
Getting hella dirty
When I hop in ring
Tap out
Or get whacked in the teeth
Take your pretty face
And I turn it into cheese
Laugh now
Then forever hold your piece
Your a sorry soul
That is livin in my dream
I take my heart of gold
Then I crush you underneath
Now your fallin thru the floor
And sinking in defeat
Goddamn
Throw you ass in the ruins
Pay the fuckin piper
Or I smite you into heaven
Man I feel invincible
Smokin on a stendo roll
High as fuck I drip in gold
Laughing cuz you boutta fold
You weak
I'm strong like no otha
Get buck mothafucka
Keep running the smoke lil bitch
You gotta fuckin big mouth so get hit
I don't be fuckin around with kids
Put you back the womb where you live
Cry me a fuckin ocean
So I can build a earth
Where I don't have to hear you bitchin
That would be a first
So done with your antics
Imma throw up
Sike that's the liquor I've been hitting like a potion
Two more shots and I'm feelin like I'm floating
Third eye open tell the future like an omen
Big snoop dog when I'm smokin down the roaches
Curse you like a which when they casting hocus pocus
Flick my wrist make that money in a moment
Gotta stay fly 36 in the morning
Then I fly on a hoe
Smoke yah to ashes
When I ride on the low
Bitches they cappin
But can't ride on my flow
All this bread that I'm stacking
Bitch I slide with a loaf
All these Stuck up bitches can't ride with a pro
Got me fucked up bitches tryna ask for my doe
Bitch I'm grinding a million keep my hand on the pole
Bout shoot you down with the stars little bro
You fooled me once
Can't fool me twice
Bitch back down
I'm pullin up
Like son of christ
Straight out the sky
Shoot thunder bolt
Don't need a pole
I am a god
Straight out tomb
I'm done with lies
I Burn the fool
Don't pitty you
Mothafucka
Get on your knees
I Make you suffer
For cappin up in the streets
Body bag for you and a duffle all to me
The price you pay
When you fuck with a prophecy
Smack down
Double-dub to the E
Getting hella dirty
When I hop in ring
Tap out
Or get whacked in the teeth
Take your pretty face
And I turn it into cheese
Laugh now
Then forever hold your piece
Your a sorry soul
That is livin in my dream
I take my heart of gold
Then I crush you underneath
Now your fallin thru the floor
And sinking in defeat
Goddamn
Throw you ass in the ruins
Pay the fuckin piper
Or I smite you into heaven
Man I feel invincible
Smokin on a stendo roll
High as fuck I drip in gold
Laughing cuz you boutta fold
You weak
I'm strong like no otha
Get buck mothafucka
Keep running the smoke lil bitch
You gotta fuckin big mouth so get hit
I don't be fuckin around with kids
Put you back the womb where you live
Cry me a fuckin ocean
So I can build a earth
Where I don't have to hear you bitchin
That would be a first
So done with your antics
Imma throw up
Sike that's the liquor I've been hitting like a potion
Two more shots and I'm feelin like I'm floating
Third eye open tell the future like an omen
Big snoop dog when I'm smokin down the roaches
Curse you like a which when they casting hocus pocus
Flick my wrist make that money in a moment
Gotta stay fly 36 in the morning
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Writer(s): Stephen Thorson
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