Lyrics:
understands me
Understands me
Understands me
Understands me
Understands me
Loaded Smithy got it tucked ain't really tryna shoot
But my niggas talking crazy
city, come get with me
We got Glocks and Smithys , 40 extra crispy
They can't fuck with the technique, through back-blocks
When we creep like Spanish
for another sounds, look before the smithy
And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas
Doin anythings on they baggy shorts
And kids is
a quiet manner
Hammer clangs rang through the streets from the smithy
Kids playing with stray cats, courtesans bare titties
From the windows to the passing
get to solve the mysteries man
I kill Laura Palmer
I made all that shit up
And blamed it on her father
Listen Missy I told you
Allen Smithy wrote Dune
I
it’s hotter then hell
Found a eight in my two liter sprite
I slide in on my thief in the night
Most these niggas gone bark but my Smithy gone bite
I’m
If you say so
That's okay bro
Smithy on the track so it's a gonna be a sick flow
I'm linking bare hoes
I'm making bare dough
When i'm with your girl
me and I’ll pop up right your side.
Keep a smithy on the slippers, the twin Glocks in the cargo pockets
Attract a waifu to me like she just a goddamn
Maiden fair
Won't you come along with me?
I've got room in my wagon to spare
I've got blankets, food, and strong arms from the smithy...
I'm headed
Smithy on me
You won't see it 'less I gotta up
Loaded with this target in it
We can turn this hot box
To a murder if all y'all get in it
Hop onside
gone get it first they gotta meet the dirt
Pull up with the smithy open fire get to business Gotta be really with it when you out here in the trenches
through his ribs
Leave nothin' but debris
Bet I kill yo' bitch ass ain't no goin' to sleep
And you know what they tote Willy' Smithy' (Yea)
Say I'm on go
that fucking smithy ay
Oh shit that go the cops we gotta get to dippin ay
Bitch im smoking moon rocks bitch im fucking sippin ay
Chillin with my fucking
a prescription
Had a dream I got massacred woke up gripping the Smithy nigga
This the, this the life of a soldier
Brodie, brodie, brodie life as a soldier
This
bitch
I call this shit my semi
Keep a gun
But I call this shit my smithy
Smith and Weston boy send ya ass to heaven nigha
Teach em
I ain't really learn my
the one
I'm just a Neo to these Smithys
I'm Mcfly you extra Biffy
Dunder Mifflin making paper Michael Scott the boss within me
Schrute Farms said we only
talk it out
I walk with the Smithy ain't shit left to talk about
My drip so exclusive, you know I'm gone sauce it out
Hit 'em with big Glocks then they
crib
Glock 45, gen 5, Smithy, new extreme
How I walk through the Sommerset mall with the team
I think I just fell in love, not with her but my lean
How
hot boy feel the temperature switching
Take off your clothes it's Nelly hot in here
Smithy Wessy in the Telly Ion got no fear
On cloud 9 toting a 9 I'm
body
Spin to the block in a hottie
Clutching on Glocky
Ain't fuck with no smithy
Walk in the function
Just watch me get sturdy
Gra gra bum
Gat me
the smithy and the shantyman
So I sat and I drank and I listened to you
Then I drank some more while the beat soaked through
But I guess I just drank off my
keep me a smithy
If We a opp broad day we gettin busy
live like it's my first day out tee grizzley
Drip hot sauce on bitch like I'm drizzy
Str8 from
the smithy
Sitchy sticky
Now he turning Mickey
20k or better open up ah city
Know the Zoe's
Running threw the city
You not gang
No you can't get with me
Ain't
phone and she say she miss me
Bitch I keep the Glock on me and a smithy
Every day I get them racks it's a new tradition
Bitch tryna get on her knees she
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