Smokelahoma
This dat mexican from O town
Play with him get blowed down
Oh he got the clout now
Oh he finna wild out
Spaz out
Splurgin i told bro to bring the cash out
Bought dat bitch a nic
Now she askin for a bag now
Bro gone get to sprayin shi he fucked up in the head
Take 2 pills right to the nose got him actin like he dead
The feds is ona search steady askin where he at
They aint gone find em i protect em he got choppas on his bed
I hang with dirty mfs find yo truck n slash the rubber off (skrt)
You touch one of my homies and they quick to knock yo brother off
I aint lackin either bitch we stay in smokelahoma
And if i aint got no blower then im steady quick to poke ya
Bitch we fresh up out the O town
I aint talkin O block
Fuck round u get gunned down
Runnin thru yo whole block
Sayin its on sight
Man he talkin bout a green light
I dont give a fuck my smith n weston make em think right
You talkin all dat shi dont make me bring up that one time
I bitched you out up in the classroom
I bet you remember dat too
Cryin to the principal
Sayin that im dis n dat
You bitch got some lil yeast down there
Bitch get to disinfecting that (ugh)
Dont know why i came (mhm)
But this x is really fuckin up my brain (mhm)
Im tryna feel some happiness it aint the same
And tell these pussy bitches dont mention my name (bitch)
Im the type to fuck yo bitches mamma you gone call me grandad
Im comin for yo ass but ima keep that on the low though (shhh)
My brother got the stick and that shit longer than the pogo
Im ridin in the 4 door
My brothers takin shots and i aint talkin bout no photo
Choppa put ya on a shirt, turn you to a logo
And i aint talkin nomo
The bitch she want some head i had to straight up tell her
That lil bitch a no go (fuck no bitch)
Ima no show
She say Murked yo dick so big i call it king kong (uh uhhh)
I might pass that bitch around like she was ping pong (uh uhhh)
Bend her over got her soundin like a sing song (uh uhhh)
And im high as fuck my eyes are low bitch call me ling long (uh uhhh)
They aint know i could hop on a beat like this
That NBA youngboy type beat
And im off a X
(Ouu murked made it) yeah
This dat mexican from O town
Play with him get blowed down
Oh he got the clout now
Oh he finna wild out
Spaz out
Splurgin i told bro to bring the cash out
Bought dat bitch a nic
Now she askin for a bag now
Bro gone get to sprayin shi he fucked up in the head
Take 2 pills right to the nose got him actin like he dead
The feds is ona search steady askin where he at
They aint gone find em i protect em he got choppas on his bed
Play with him get blowed down
Oh he got the clout now
Oh he finna wild out
Spaz out
Splurgin i told bro to bring the cash out
Bought dat bitch a nic
Now she askin for a bag now
Bro gone get to sprayin shi he fucked up in the head
Take 2 pills right to the nose got him actin like he dead
The feds is ona search steady askin where he at
They aint gone find em i protect em he got choppas on his bed
I hang with dirty mfs find yo truck n slash the rubber off (skrt)
You touch one of my homies and they quick to knock yo brother off
I aint lackin either bitch we stay in smokelahoma
And if i aint got no blower then im steady quick to poke ya
Bitch we fresh up out the O town
I aint talkin O block
Fuck round u get gunned down
Runnin thru yo whole block
Sayin its on sight
Man he talkin bout a green light
I dont give a fuck my smith n weston make em think right
You talkin all dat shi dont make me bring up that one time
I bitched you out up in the classroom
I bet you remember dat too
Cryin to the principal
Sayin that im dis n dat
You bitch got some lil yeast down there
Bitch get to disinfecting that (ugh)
Dont know why i came (mhm)
But this x is really fuckin up my brain (mhm)
Im tryna feel some happiness it aint the same
And tell these pussy bitches dont mention my name (bitch)
Im the type to fuck yo bitches mamma you gone call me grandad
Im comin for yo ass but ima keep that on the low though (shhh)
My brother got the stick and that shit longer than the pogo
Im ridin in the 4 door
My brothers takin shots and i aint talkin bout no photo
Choppa put ya on a shirt, turn you to a logo
And i aint talkin nomo
The bitch she want some head i had to straight up tell her
That lil bitch a no go (fuck no bitch)
Ima no show
She say Murked yo dick so big i call it king kong (uh uhhh)
I might pass that bitch around like she was ping pong (uh uhhh)
Bend her over got her soundin like a sing song (uh uhhh)
And im high as fuck my eyes are low bitch call me ling long (uh uhhh)
They aint know i could hop on a beat like this
That NBA youngboy type beat
And im off a X
(Ouu murked made it) yeah
This dat mexican from O town
Play with him get blowed down
Oh he got the clout now
Oh he finna wild out
Spaz out
Splurgin i told bro to bring the cash out
Bought dat bitch a nic
Now she askin for a bag now
Bro gone get to sprayin shi he fucked up in the head
Take 2 pills right to the nose got him actin like he dead
The feds is ona search steady askin where he at
They aint gone find em i protect em he got choppas on his bed
Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Martínez
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