kyraxx - blowing smoke freestyle lyrics
[intro]
can you turn me up? turn me up a lil bit
yeah, like that
haha
yeah
[hook]
backwoods by the pack, blowing smoke (smoke)
taf in all black like a ghost (ghost)
when we on your block, do the most (most)
drink henny when i make a toast (toast)
no, i do not hang with those folks dawg;
i never switched on my side
x5 when i go for a ride
that’s why your girl wanna slide; i let her ride
[verse 1]
szn on szn, i slime with the drip
when i touch down, please watch yo b-tch (please watch yo)
g-ssing my weed up, burnt right with the bic
danny treat it like 2k, he shoot with the stick
when i’m sipping codeine, b-tch i’m leaning; not sick
i got ice on the chain, let it drip to the wrist
no i do not play fair when it comes to this sh-t
it’s a lot going on, i’m not rushing it
i could never trust your girl, i’m not wifing it
see me with your b-tch, yeah i’m piping it
credit card d-ck, how i get to swiping it
that’s rich, real rich like my b-tch
call me canine, how i fetch me a stick
my life is movie, could fade you a clip
when i’m taking shots, pose for the pic
sound ting man, i stay with the clique – literally
gucci durag, b-tch it’s from italy
taking shots, yeah– none of them hitting me
f-ck all my enemies, f-ck all the sympathy
b-tch ain’t no ending me, been on a k!lling spree
back in this b-tch like i’m ready to park
been in the lead while they still on they marks
top left, that’s on my heart
who needs a key when i push to start?
they been playing with me lately
they been ducking, playing safety
if i get upset, imma check him like a tally;
mark down all the bodies for me please
just f-cked your b-tch in my gucci slides; she
told me you wanna be like me; why pree?
stay ahead of the curve like i’m chasing my degree
issa war outside; got a mac, not a laptop
with some high grades inna knapsack
[verse 2]
p-ssy boy, lock chat
like geesh, ’cause i’m really out in these streets
trips out to ochi for business, i don’t go to beach
i don’t need me a tan, got ya b-tch off a xan
i’ve been the man, you n-ggas some stans
yet i’m the one they can’t stand
low key, your b-tch been a fan
i never fall under pressure when the sh-t hit the fan
imma back my words like a back net swerve
it’s a lot on my table, all my dogs getting served
all my n-ggas gotta eat like a thanksgiving feast
from the belly & the beast, selling work like a geek
got ya freak in my sheets, imma dip-set
treat her like a dog; in the field, imma top vet
r-i-p in the p-ssy like a casket
hit it from the back, way back like it’s past tense
danny blasting at you, f-ck a fist fight
keep a strap on me just like i’m a dyk-
grabba with the weed, that’s a long flight
cook up the work just like it’s rice
i’m at yo head, just like some lice
b-tch, what’s the price?
run it up; double six, playing dice
my flow mean, some might say that it’s nice
her p-ssy torch, man i had to hit twice
[verse 3]
talking down, get you up with this pipe
freddy krueger how i slang me the knife
watch ya tone, better talk to me nice
’cause n-ggas snitching, they been creepin’ like mice
i’m focused on me ’cause i’m living my life
tony the tiger, i got me my stripes
never sober, so you know i feel nice
i bun a spliff, link your gyal every night
custom-made; when i f-ck, it’s still tight
these backwoods got my head feeling light
free smoke, you can catch me outside
whippin’ the brick like a birdie, you heard me
that p-ssy got bar’d off the mo’f-ckin’ early
six thirty, i’m in it…
backwoods by the pack, blowing smoke
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