Stogie!
Glowing blowing gas I look like I'm a super nebula
All black xl hood over my face that executioner
All my bitches rolling 3.5s and pray to lucifer
Anyone who try me hit them with the soul extinguisher
101 packs in the back seat
Man I cant stop don't stop for the police
Ain't no body know me O.G Oz
I'm smoking that slowly lowkey broly
Really want the smoke unholy
Bend your bitch on backwards yogi
I spin shit like Steve Aoki
3.5 up in a stogie
I stay lookin for a reason I can leave them all dead
He really wanna come and try me pussy see who still left
I just tell him fuck you too I say that shit with my chest
How it feel to look back at me know you looking at death
All black whip I just recline
I grip the nine and air it out
I be dead silent when I creep behind
Ain't no one hear a sound
I be bench pressing pounds
100 blunts to the lungs
I got full metal rounds
If he actin hella dumb
Ok like soul extinguisher I shut your whole existence off
And I don't see competition just a pussy tryna stunt
I'm dropping fragrance in functions cause we faced 100 blunts
And all these rappers make me sick lil bitch I feel like throwing up
Blunt upon my lip I got the grip up in my right hand
When I'm off the shit I you see me walking like a dead man
Make so many racks I need a thousand rubber band stacked
Pussy wanna try me I locate and then advance that
Okay my bad
Bet you didn't know that I would go and get this bag
Now my pockets hella fat and you keep hating boy its sad
Bitch I push it to the max so I can keep them lookin mad
And I know they hella pussy see them aiming at my back
Catch the pulse and head straight too it bitch I'm quick to throw my fist
Up in my dungeon I've been cooking whip until I break my wrist
Boy you got no rizz I do not know what it is
I just know that you a bitch everything about you mid
Hit his temple have contusions leave his body in the mix
Rigor mortis in affect your finances hella stiff
Eyes up on me everywhere like they do not know what it is
Dracula I'm sipping bloody red inside my whip
In my mentions
Hoping I get offended
Get my pension
Wounds that they never mended
I feel offensive
Blade them and get them blended
I'm hella pensive
Gripping my tool suspended
Nothing less then expected
You getting hit then ascended
Location getting detected
Don't fuck with them I reject it
Bitch I hope you get offended
I'm circumventing your presence
The notion that I resent it
Is something you need too get with
All black xl hood over my face that executioner
All my bitches rolling 3.5s and pray to lucifer
Anyone who try me hit them with the soul extinguisher
101 packs in the back seat
Man I cant stop don't stop for the police
Ain't no body know me O.G Oz
I'm smoking that slowly lowkey broly
Really want the smoke unholy
Bend your bitch on backwards yogi
I spin shit like Steve Aoki
3.5 up in a stogie
I stay lookin for a reason I can leave them all dead
He really wanna come and try me pussy see who still left
I just tell him fuck you too I say that shit with my chest
How it feel to look back at me know you looking at death
All black whip I just recline
I grip the nine and air it out
I be dead silent when I creep behind
Ain't no one hear a sound
I be bench pressing pounds
100 blunts to the lungs
I got full metal rounds
If he actin hella dumb
Ok like soul extinguisher I shut your whole existence off
And I don't see competition just a pussy tryna stunt
I'm dropping fragrance in functions cause we faced 100 blunts
And all these rappers make me sick lil bitch I feel like throwing up
Blunt upon my lip I got the grip up in my right hand
When I'm off the shit I you see me walking like a dead man
Make so many racks I need a thousand rubber band stacked
Pussy wanna try me I locate and then advance that
Okay my bad
Bet you didn't know that I would go and get this bag
Now my pockets hella fat and you keep hating boy its sad
Bitch I push it to the max so I can keep them lookin mad
And I know they hella pussy see them aiming at my back
Catch the pulse and head straight too it bitch I'm quick to throw my fist
Up in my dungeon I've been cooking whip until I break my wrist
Boy you got no rizz I do not know what it is
I just know that you a bitch everything about you mid
Hit his temple have contusions leave his body in the mix
Rigor mortis in affect your finances hella stiff
Eyes up on me everywhere like they do not know what it is
Dracula I'm sipping bloody red inside my whip
In my mentions
Hoping I get offended
Get my pension
Wounds that they never mended
I feel offensive
Blade them and get them blended
I'm hella pensive
Gripping my tool suspended
Nothing less then expected
You getting hit then ascended
Location getting detected
Don't fuck with them I reject it
Bitch I hope you get offended
I'm circumventing your presence
The notion that I resent it
Is something you need too get with
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Writer(s): Sam Arnedo
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