Footing

Lyrics

[Intro: Smokingskul] What? Yeah, what? [Verse 1: Smokingskul] Glock .43, ain't using no knife Snake my dawg even though we was tight Thought he had Xan's, gave that nigga Mike and Ike's I got two bitches 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 shit, I ain't knockin' I'm off a Xan, turn to Stephen Hawking What? Scary-ass nigga, his face in his hoodie Yeah, Glock in my pocket, no mace in this hoodie When I come around they drop like Buzz and Woody OG said I need to have proper footing [Verse 2: Smokingskul] What? Press him, I'm off a spacebar What? Kill the judge, now the case solved Bitch, I'm grinding while you got days off I go hand and hand, I don't break off Thought he had weed, gave that nigga [?] 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 shit, I ain't knockin' I'm off a Xan, turn to Stephen Hawking What? Scary-ass nigga, his face in his hoodie Yeah, Glock in my pocket, no mace in this hoodie When I come around they drop like Buzz and Woody OG said I need to have proper footing [Verse 3: 1030 Tuwop] OG said I need some proper footing These niggas sweet like some proper pudding All of that work that I'm 'bout to put in 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 shit 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 shit 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 nigga mad 'cause I got his main with me That nigga mad 'cause I got his bae with me I got a crib but she never was staying with me She selling pussy, 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 Fuckin' that bitch, 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 bitch who gon' chase, homie