iayze - smoke his skull lyrics
[intro]
(i put you on just now, bro)
ayy, real murda worth sh+t, b+tch
[verse]
top kid, run sh+t, put a n+gga in the graveyard
arp got tracers, can’t make it far
he in his mama house, i got three cars
they say, “jace won’t shoot sh+t, he only get off the bars”
we send him up like a star
b+tch, star shooter, i ain’t [on no b+tch?]
like the klan, get him lynched
smoke his mans, f+ck his b+tch
these n+ggas actin’ white as h+ll, i’m finna send him to h+ll
he got three figures, i just wish him well, that boy broke as h+ll
dead ass opp, just died, they like, “what’s that smell?”
this wockhardt on me, put him in the air
shoot him in face, i bet they won’t even care
[outro]
b+tch, ayy
shoot him in face, i bet they won’t even care
b+tch, ayy
you know, lil’ thirty seconds
f+ck this sh+t, i don’t even like the drama
p+ssy+ass n+ggas be doing that
they be folding and sh+t
you know, f+ck the opps, f+ck these rappers
i’m the top dog
i got so much money i’ll get you knocked off
move out your mama house
(i swear they just want so much clout off of me, bro)
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