1oneam, Smokingskul - ​​no discussion lyrics

Yeah, ha (Fuck you nigga)
Slime his ass, no discussion (yeah)
Sticked up like a damn Russian
Talking on gang, we get to wrestlin'
I'm tryna go up, bitch I rushin'
Hit it one time, she get to blushin'
Pack touch down, huh, buckets (yeah)
I get the green, lil' bitch I love it
He is so scary, why is he duckin'?
Lil' bro it's a setup, you is not fucking
Blew me a bag, I was like "Fuck it"
Ran that shit up, no discussion
Pack touch down, like some luggage
Mix the Xan's, yeah she love it
Jugg, I get the money
Broke ass niggas, boy they so funny
Puffin' on gas, I'm stuck like a dummy
He fall for that jugg, that boy is a dummy
Racks came in, I spent on my tummy
Pipin' yo' bitch, I'm in her tummy
Boy I'm so sick, I need some
Blowing on gas, this shit in my lungs
Bro I'm that nigga, I already won

If shе ain't gone fuck
That's the end of discussion
Shе give me brain, just like a cushion
Don't post the addy 'cause
We shootin' at functions
Chopper gone sing like Jennifer Hudson
Dropping the pin like a bowler now
Put a star in the ground like
They don't know I'm in that Caddy
What you gone do? Nigga, like Scrappy
Kick down the door, hands on the floor
762s bouncing through the corridors
She ain't my type, I leave her on rojo
We the reason for the
Two sticks, nigga we can make smoothies
I feel like Joe, nigga, in that bookstore
Say you want smoke
Be careful what you wish for
Fuck her one time, I don't want her anymore