If u mad that im smoking the pakk got ur nose
N my pants always baggy they sag to the toes
N u say ur sh#t real but ur ack rly froze
I wake up smoke a blunt make a rack then i doze
Now they bitcrush they sh#t and they jack all my flows (just for rhyme chilllll)
Got a boujee lil b#tch smoking thrax outta rose
I might rly blow up off this rap yeah who knows
b#tch i keep me a whacka u lack u get blown
Scope him out he get cracked with the chrome
b#tch im smoking exotic i lag off the dro
Said we doin a drill grab my flak and we go
I make money of grass but u kno i dont mow
Yea my puffer all black serving snow in the snow
N i need me a bag just to show at ur show
Silencer on the mac u get zoed on the low
Spider whip on the track push 110 in the rove’
I asked bro whats the strain he said “purpp monkey balls”
Take 1000ug i dissolve in the walls
Real american psycho do lines in the stalls
I zoom fast in the hellcat make him sh#t in his draws
N i sense that she mad getting call after call
Big #ss arp it make him sprawl then he crawl
N that chick think that we gon get married but she aint get no ring just like that lil bih is chris paul
Got a lil .22 strapped at even the mall
U should call me sam jokic the way that i ball!
Everyday i go up how tf could i fall!
The police caught me sellin i better call saul!
Say u are what u eat eatting shrimp i aint small!
All i need is the nic and the weed and the daw
Got like 2 grams of gushers stuffed up in the raw
Send the gc ur song all im seeing is ha
N i walk around keepin its strapped n some people get mad n they staring n saying its scary
But u kno if i do not carry im the one that they’ll bury n i wanna live till im married
They get shot if they f#cking wit harry
Im poppin her cherry
Move the pack overseas like a ferry
b#tch im more of a goat not a lamb like im mary
b#tch im smoking on payton so shoutout to g-
If u mad that im smoking the pakk got ur nose
N my pants always baggy they sag to the toes
N u say ur sh#t real but ur ack rly froze
I wake up smoke a blunt make a rack then i doze
Now they bitcrush they sh#t and they jack all my flows (just for rhyme chilllll)
Got a boujee lil b#tch smoking thrax outta rose
I might rly blow up off this rap yeah who knows
b#tch i keep me a whacka u lack u get blown
Scope him out he get cracked with the chrome
b#tch im smoking exotic i lag off the dro
Said we doin a drill grab my flak and we go
I make money of grass but u kno i dont mow
Yea my puffer all black serving snow in the snow
N i need me a bag just to show at ur show
Silencer on the mac u get zoed on the low
Spider whip on the track push 110 in the rove’
I asked bro whats the strain he said “purpp monkey balls”
Take 1000ug i dissolve in the walls
Real american psycho do lines in the stalls
I zoom fast in the hellcat make him sh#t in his draws
N i sense that she mad getting call after call
Big #ss arp it make him sprawl then he crawl
N that chick think that we gon get married but she aint get no ring just like that lil bih is chris paul
Got a lil .22 strapped at even the mall
U should call me sam jokic the way that i ball!
Everyday i go up how tf could i fall!
The police caught me sellin i better call saul!
Say u are what u eat eatting shrimp i aint small!
All i need is the nic and the weed and the daw
Got like 2 grams of gushers stuffed up in the raw
Send the gc ur song all im seeing is ha
N i walk around keepin its strapped n some people get mad n they staring n saying its scary
But u kno if i do not carry im the one that they’ll bury n i wanna live till im married
They get shot if they f#cking wit harry
Im poppin her cherry
Move the pack overseas like a ferry
b#tch im more of a goat not a lamb like im mary
b#tch im smoking on payton so shoutout to gary
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