Smoke Him! lyrics

by

Zotiyac


[Verse 1]
b*tch, this torpedo come through and smoke sh*t
Feel like Carlito, b*tch, I'm reloaded
Like a burrito, b*tch, I ain't rollin'
Ayy, this sh*t that I'm holdin'
And knock cells out a n*gga brain, no holdin'
I pop shells give a n*gga flame, he floating
A new acid bath for the n*gga to soak in

[Chorus]
Smoke him
Smoke him
My n*gga smoke him
Smoke him
My n*gga smoke him

[Verse 2]
Better run in this b*tch wit' a purpose
Leave with no money like you made a purchase
I ain't say nobody life was worth it
I'm jus' sayin' if he got hit, he deserved it
This sh*t behind the scenes, ain't the same sh*t you see on the surface
n*ggas ain't sеarchin', these n*ggas cappin'
n*ggas ain't lurkin', thesе n*ggas rappin'
These n*ggas fried like oysters, 'fore I f*ck wit' 'em go get me a lawyer
Feel like Chip Hazard, I'm letting that toy burst
Catch you a hollow and get you some pointers
These n*ggas love when I rap like that
Everybody wanna rap like 'Yac
But these n*ggas don't wanna do the sh*t that 'Yac do
When it's time for some action these n*ggas statues
Ain't nowhere to be found
Shoot through the glass jaw, ain't no way to rebound
Destined to get wet, n*gga you seabound
Shrimp ass n*gga, that's where you gonna be found
Feel like I'm Eric, I do this sh*t easy
I'm these n*ggas parents, they just wanna be me
If this b*tch starin', she just want to eat me
She lied and told you that she just want to meet me
You let her come over, I f*ck for a freebie
If you don't believe me, I got it on CD
The sh*t that I'm doin' it's never on TV
My opp talkin' sh*t 'cause they never gonna see me
I'm sneaky, extra greasy, super shiesty, n*gga
Bet you can't f*ck with me
Give a f*ck if you don't like me, n*gga
Grim Reaper in my cup
This ain't no mothafukin' icy, n*gga
Your car note on my feet
These ain't no mothaf*ckin' Nikes, n*gga
[Chorus]
Smoke him
Smoke him
My n*gga smoke him
Smoke him
My n*gga smoke him

[Verse 3]
Shotty, my Jag, and I don't even grab it
I'm finna blow through it like it's a bad habit
b*tch n*gga, this clipper full like a rabbit
He just on his ass, he don't know what happened
I hop out the Jag, you catchin' harassment
I shot him and laughed, and then I hopped back b*tch
I got a mag, but it ain't scholastic
First you're gonna smoke the little n*gga then ash him

[Chorus]
Smoke him
Smoke him
My n*gga smoke him
Smoke him
My n*gga smoke him
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