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skizzzbone - who want the smoke lyrics

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[chorus: 1]
i don’t f+ck with rats, always lookin’ for the intel
i’m runnin’ through through the trap
slam the pack just like i’m lindell
i used to get my money from an envelope
credit card scams b+tch i used to sell a lot of dope
it ain’t easy bein’ skizzzy little b+tch who want the smoke?
smoking on yo homie i’ll put yo ass right in a toke
yeah you think you trappin’ b+tch your ass ain’t nothin’ but a joke
b+tch i got a hundred rounds i gotta choppa wit’ a scope

[verse: 1]
i’m sick of these b+tch muhf+cka’s don’t test me
b+tch i got a stick, yeah i shoot like wayne gretzky
i’m a trapper, money stacker, no i ain’t an actor
b+tch i smack whack rappers and i like to catch lackers
b+tch i’m ghost like caspеr, p+ssy boy bleed faster
skizzzbone he a b+st+rd, hold up, d+mn
yеah i’m still f+ckin’ on hoes
yeah i’m still totin’ them poles
rocking at all of my shows
yeah i’m still wiping they nose

[chorus: 2]
i don’t f+ck with rats, always lookin’ for the intel
i’m runnin’ through through the trap
slam the pack just like i’m lindell
i used to get my money from an envelope
credit card scams b+tch i used to sell a lot of dope
it ain’t easy bein’ skizzzy little b+tch who want the smoke?
smoking on yo homie i’ll put yo ass right in a toke
yeah you think you trappin’ b+tch your ass ain’t nothin’ but a joke
b+tch i got a hundred rounds i gotta choppa wit’ a scope
[verse: 2]
lemme turn the heat up, cause you cold
i don’t f+ck with you rats cause you told
ima’ take you for all of your gold
shiver me timbers, skizzzy a pirate, a wizard
don’t f+ck with my mista, i f+cked on ya sista
b+tch i done ya, skizzzy slimey, a lizard
i don’t f+ck with b+tches thinkin’ they be on that g sh+t
you the type of cat to spend 20 on a g b+tch
you the type to rat, just so you can be a free jit
you the type of muhf+cka lookin’ like a free l!ck

[chorus: 3]
i don’t f+ck with rats, always lookin’ for the intel
i’m runnin’ through through the trap
slam the pack just like i’m lindell
i used to get my money from an envelope
credit card scams b+tch i used to sell a lot of dope
it ain’t easy bein’ skizzzy little b+tch who want the smoke?
smoking on yo homie i’ll put yo ass right in a toke
yeah you think you trappin’ b+tch your ass ain’t nothin’ but a joke
b+tch i got a hundred rounds i gotta choppa wit’ a scope



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