Smokingskul - 32 Bars Freestyle lyrics
[Smokingskul - 32 Bars Freestyle lyrics]
Nigga we killas nigga we bandit's
Licking these niggas these niggas
Can’t stand it
Bitch have yo blood splashed out on a canvas
This choppa my brush
Paint you red when I want it
Lick yo apartment leave nobody standing
Glock wit a extendo shoot shit like a cannon
I hang wit dem leeches
Fuck nigga was cracking
I’m toting that metal he Toting the plastic
You bitches the same you bitches is average
The shots I put up I feel Like maverick
Bitch I’m da reaper I feel super savage
Y’all niggas want it Just know that I have it
I get the loot out the scene and I bag it
Lost yo boy to the streets
Nigga that shit is tragic
Tried to be smoke the reaper
Y’all boys tried it
I flip the zip n you niggas gon buy it
Get out the streets if yo niggas is dying
Boy stay in school I thought
That’s what they told you
I lost respect for you since I got older
Yawl do not like me but y’all never show it
Shoot at his head his dreads shake like a mop
Ride in the whip that shit ain’t got a top
Bitch it’s my time just go look at the clock
The same chick you kissing
She sucking the block
I hit the soldiers up back at Ospot
Tell em you dissing they gon wet you up
Use the egg beater to whip up the pot
My niggas don’t duck but we walk in a flock
Turn you to a Hindu with the red dot
Choppa it rip shit watch you disassemble
Fuck wit my momma she gon light up candles
I tote the 9 cause the choppa can’t handle
Licking these niggas these niggas
Can’t stand it
Bitch have yo blood splashed out on a canvas
This choppa my brush
Paint you red when I want it
Lick yo apartment leave nobody standing
Glock wit a extendo shoot shit like a cannon
I hang wit dem leeches
Fuck nigga was cracking
I’m toting that metal he Toting the plastic
You bitches the same you bitches is average
The shots I put up I feel Like maverick
Bitch I’m da reaper I feel super savage
Y’all niggas want it Just know that I have it
I get the loot out the scene and I bag it
Lost yo boy to the streets
Nigga that shit is tragic
Tried to be smoke the reaper
Y’all boys tried it
I flip the zip n you niggas gon buy it
Get out the streets if yo niggas is dying
Boy stay in school I thought
That’s what they told you
I lost respect for you since I got older
Yawl do not like me but y’all never show it
Shoot at his head his dreads shake like a mop
Ride in the whip that shit ain’t got a top
Bitch it’s my time just go look at the clock
The same chick you kissing
She sucking the block
I hit the soldiers up back at Ospot
Tell em you dissing they gon wet you up
Use the egg beater to whip up the pot
My niggas don’t duck but we walk in a flock
Turn you to a Hindu with the red dot
Choppa it rip shit watch you disassemble
Fuck wit my momma she gon light up candles
I tote the 9 cause the choppa can’t handle