Midwxst, Smokingskul - All Star lyrics
[Midwxst, Smokingskul - All Star lyrics]
Bitch becker
We see the opps, turn it to a martyr
Not on no bench, nigga, I'm a starter
Bro keep a stick like he Harry Potter
Bitch, I'm a all-star, Gary Carter
I finna die lit, Jordan Carter
Don't fuck with no press or reporters
Nigga, that's too fed, don't record us
I got them shells on me like a tortoise
We got them big guns, they enormous
Turn that song off, niggas snoring
I don't hear that shit, that shit boring
You wanna talk shots? Know they soaring
You wanna talk? We connecting the dots
Run in that crib, we gon' run in the spot
They talking 'bout Uzi, but I'm finna pop
These bitches want me, they all on my cock
My pockets is fat like they EDP
He fucking with 12 like he EDP
Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm the MVP
Bitch, I'm a top dog, no TDE
Nigga, I'm top dog, nigga, I'm number one
That nigga my fanboy, don't mean Chum
Niggas say they want smoke 'til
They get served lunch
Nigga think that he safe 'til
He up in that bunch we slide on that nigga
I already know he gon' run
When you talk 'bout the gang
Better watch your tongue
We serve them shots
I ain't talking 'bout rum
Who stopped that beat? Nigga, I ain't done
We slide on that nigga
I already know he gon' run
When you talk 'bout the gang
Better watch your tongue
We serve them shots
I ain't talking 'bout rum
Who stopped that beat? Nigga, I ain't done
I killed the plug off, I'ma rage quit
New Glock-26 need a babysitter
I'm posting the pack out
To the highest bidder
My own, bitch, I don't live it
One, two, three, four
We was in his hood, he was a no-show
I just spent a bag in Soho
Feel like Lebron, I'm shooting from logo
Take aim, I'll make him lose weight
Check a nigga like a suitcase
I go to Columbia and get a new fake
Bitch, I'm a bad boy, I'm the new Mase
(What?) new Glocks and AR's
No opps on your radar
Bitch, I know where all the strays are
Bitch, we finna shoot where his shades are
(What I say?, Hey, gang)
We see the opps, turn it to a martyr
Not on no bench, nigga, I'm a starter
Bro keep a stick like he Harry Potter
Bitch, I'm a all-star, Gary Carter
I finna die lit, Jordan Carter
Don't fuck with no press or reporters
Nigga, that's too fed, don't record us
I got them shells on me like a tortoise
We got them big guns, they enormous
Turn that song off, niggas snoring
I don't hear that shit, that shit boring
You wanna talk shots? Know they soaring
You wanna talk? We connecting the dots
Run in that crib, we gon' run in the spot
Bitch becker
Hello, bitch
We see the opps, turn it to a martyr
Not on no bench, nigga, I'm a starter
Bro keep a stick like he Harry Potter
Bitch, I'm a all-star, Gary Carter
I finna die lit, Jordan Carter
Don't fuck with no press or reporters
Nigga, that's too fed, don't record us
I got them shells on me like a tortoise
We got them big guns, they enormous
Turn that song off, niggas snoring
I don't hear that shit, that shit boring
You wanna talk shots? Know they soaring
You wanna talk? We connecting the dots
Run in that crib, we gon' run in the spot
They talking 'bout Uzi, but I'm finna pop
These bitches want me, they all on my cock
My pockets is fat like they EDP
He fucking with 12 like he EDP
Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm the MVP
Bitch, I'm a top dog, no TDE
Nigga, I'm top dog, nigga, I'm number one
That nigga my fanboy, don't mean Chum
Niggas say they want smoke 'til
They get served lunch
Nigga think that he safe 'til
He up in that bunch we slide on that nigga
I already know he gon' run
When you talk 'bout the gang
Better watch your tongue
We serve them shots
I ain't talking 'bout rum
Who stopped that beat? Nigga, I ain't done
We slide on that nigga
I already know he gon' run
When you talk 'bout the gang
Better watch your tongue
We serve them shots
I ain't talking 'bout rum
Who stopped that beat? Nigga, I ain't done
I killed the plug off, I'ma rage quit
New Glock-26 need a babysitter
I'm posting the pack out
To the highest bidder
My own, bitch, I don't live it
One, two, three, four
We was in his hood, he was a no-show
I just spent a bag in Soho
Feel like Lebron, I'm shooting from logo
Take aim, I'll make him lose weight
Check a nigga like a suitcase
I go to Columbia and get a new fake
Bitch, I'm a bad boy, I'm the new Mase
(What?) new Glocks and AR's
No opps on your radar
Bitch, I know where all the strays are
Bitch, we finna shoot where his shades are
(What I say?, Hey, gang)
We see the opps, turn it to a martyr
Not on no bench, nigga, I'm a starter
Bro keep a stick like he Harry Potter
Bitch, I'm a all-star, Gary Carter
I finna die lit, Jordan Carter
Don't fuck with no press or reporters
Nigga, that's too fed, don't record us
I got them shells on me like a tortoise
We got them big guns, they enormous
Turn that song off, niggas snoring
I don't hear that shit, that shit boring
You wanna talk shots? Know they soaring
You wanna talk? We connecting the dots
Run in that crib, we gon' run in the spot
Bitch becker
Hello, bitch