smokingskul, midwxst, 1oneam & okaymar - fantastic 4 lyrics
[intro: smokingskul]
(you hop on any other n+gga’s beats)
([?], f+ck you)
(i love dj gren8de)
12, yeah
[verse 1: smokingskul]
goofy bag, everything good
n+gga got kicked out, out his own hood (bah, boom)
ar got kick, watch how i run down with that bl!ck
feel like i’m homeless with that stick
watch how i spazz n+gga, with that tic
you don’t got them guns n+gga, from the field
ar+15, we gon’ run down ([?])
faze set, don’t get gunned down
you are not shooting, put that gun down
watch how i slide n+gga, with that hundred+round, hundred+round
put your head down when i come ’round, come around
glock with suppressor, it don’t make a sound, make a sound
head count make him lose a pound, lose a pound
where his head at? go check the lost and found
[verse 2: midwxst]
(n+gga want—) n+gga wanna talk ’til he get shot down (on god)
he don’t want smoke ‘causе he get shot down (yeah)
told lil’ bro, “put thе d+mn shots down” (yeah)
walkin’ out shows n+gga, like rolling loud (yeah)
n+gga want smoke, get put in the clouds (yeah)
made a 100k n+gga, that’s no doubt (yeah)
made 10k n+gga, that’s right now
hold up, yeah, they find his body like they nancy drew (on god)
religion on me, you know that it’s true (yeah)
n+ggas just talkin’, the f+ck you gon’ do? (b+tch, what you gon’ do?)
ayy, sh+t not adding up like it’s two plus two (like two times two)
think he finna win, that boy gon’ lose (ayy, he gon’ lose)
he [?] that [?] like a godd+mn [?], b+tch
[verse 3: 1oneam]
pop out with that bl!ck (bl!ck)
i run it up, i’m juggin’ this sh+t
me and lil’ gang, we got them sticks
that boy, he fold, he not on sh+t (ayy)
i’m rockin’ (n)ine, this ain’t no rick (no)
blow me a bag, but this ain’t sh+t
sippin’ on red (red), mud what i sip (ayy, ayy)
freaky ass b+tch, she want the d+ck (hah)
ride ’round with the pole
dot on his head, dot on his nose (nose)
[?] on me, these hoes low
that n+gga fake, he a no+go (hah, hah)
snowbunny b+tch look like some snow
yeah i’m so high, eyelids so closed
doin’ him dirty, wiping his nose
boy i’m so clean, yeah, so cold
[verse 4: okaymar]
that b+tch wanna f+ck on me, bro i know (yeah)
i’m [?], spend a bag on the clothes (clothes)
he want some smoke, put the beam on his nose (nose)
who are you, lil’ bro? i don’t know (ha)
[?] mar b+tch, yeah i’m in my glow (glow)
kick sh+t with my f+ckin’ bros (with my bro)
f+ck that b+tch, make her hit a pose (pose)
off the perc’ boy, i’m too slow (frrt)
told zen throw a pack in the endzone (yeah)
in school, i was [?]
f+ck a b+tch then i f+ck her friends, bro
hit a jugg, skrrt off in the benz, though
[?], shoot him in the back (back)
wake up, roll up, smoke pack (pack)
you a b+tch boy, that’s a fact (fact)
off of the perc’, itchin’ like it’s crack (crack)
[outro]
i don’t give a f+ck. it makes me sleep good at night.
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