Footing lyrics

[Intro: Smokingskul]
What? Yeah, what?

[Pre-Chorus: Smokingskul]
Glock .43, ain't using no knife
Snake my dawg even though we was tight
Thought he had Xan's, gave that n*gga Mike and Ike's
I got two b*tches and they look alike
Oh, you got that Glock on you? You damn right
Why my top shooter, a damn dyke?

[Chorus: Smokingskul]
I'm in that same whip Tupac in
I am not Flavor Flav, I don't clock in
I like to kick sh*t, I ain't knockin'
I'm off a Xan, turn to Stephen Hawking
What? Scary-ass n*gga, his face in his hoodie
Yeah, Glock in my pocket, no mace in this hoodie
When I come around [?] like Buzz and Woody
OG said I need to have proper footing

[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
What? Press him, I'm off a spacebar
What? Kill the judge, now the case solved
b*tch, I'm grinding while you got days off
I go hand and hand, I don't break off
Thought he had weed, gave that n*gga [?]
I could serve you like a waiter
I just jugged him, see you later
I got sticks, I could beef with Al-Qaeda
[Chorus: Smokingskul]
I'm in that same whip Tupac in
I am not Flavor Flav, I don't clock in
I like to kick sh*t, I ain't knockin'
I'm off a Xan, turn to Stephen Hawking
What? Scary-ass n*gga, his face in his hoodie
Yeah, Glock in my pocket, no mace in this hoodie
When I come around [?] like Buzz and Woody
OG said I need to have proper footing

[Verse 2: 1030 Tuwop]
OG said I need some proper footing
These n*ggas sweet like some proper pudding
All of that work that I'm 'bout to put it
I put that stick in that door, I ain't put my foot in
W's up, we always winning
Going to church but I keep on sinning
Run that sh*t up, it's a new beginning
I cannot look at the [time?], I get to spinning
Uh, I been sippin' on that Pink Whitney
Uh, I got designer that won't fit me
Uh, keep me a gun so they can't get me
I just been posted outside with the same .50
I got that Glock and I let that sh*t hang with me
My stick is my gang member, it's gon' bang with me
No R&B singer, I let the chop' sing with me
That n*gga mad 'cause I got his main with me
That n*gga mad 'cause I got his bae with me
I got a crib but she never was staying with me
She selling pus*y, I don't gotta pay, homie
He gon' get shredded like a fish fillet, homie
I am too real, fiction I can't portray, homie
I got two Europeans in the bed, homie
She want my money but she cannot lay, homie
f*ckin' that b*tch, she can't stay, homie
Ballin' like the NBA, homie
Run up on me, I got K's, homie
Blue gas got me spaced, homie
I put the cops on a chase, homie
Uh, I heard you banking with Chase, homie
I need a b*tch who gon' chase, homie