SMOKING/DRINKING

Lyrics

[Part I: SMOKING] [Intro] HEAL HEAL [Verse 1] Everybody want it all the time, okay? Please don't hit me, you are not my slime, okay? Ain't really with the grime, no way Taint my vision with my mind, okay Yes, sir, .11 in my dresser A stressor could make me less a jester And make me more a clown, tore it down That bitch dropped my blunt in my drink And I'm sure I tore that whore on the sink [Verse 2] Yeah, more cunts than a college, more pussy than a vet Forefront of the knowledge that will lead us to our death Breath on my neck, just a sec, nigga Heck wit'cha, wreck figures You is a success, lick a bet, nigga Do not fret, grip a TEC Bigger head, bigger bullets Chucking lead, I leave him full it When I pull it, chopping up his bangs I make a mullet His esophagus is coughing 'cause he talking through his gullet [Verse 3] I'm a dark mon, dark mon I'm a dark mon Carton with your face on it, race sonic Darkie had to face chronic 'til he far gone Big gas like argon All these mother fuckers suck, they tend to get the art wrong, spark bong Hit a milky rip, she got silky lips, she a filthy bitch (Twerk, twerk, twerk) I got nasty raps and I'm blasting caps at you bastard hats (Work, work, work) Shirt white like dust, and my pipe don't rust In this life, you should trust that it hurt, hurt Shirt tan like crust and my pipe won't bust Think I drank too much, it don't work work Yeah, shirt yellow like puss, Earnie better not fuss Or I'll buss at his cousin named Burt, Burt Shirt red like lust, no feds, no busting me for my drugs That work, wor— [Part II: DRINKING] [Intro] (Ahh) I hear, uh, nigga talkin' Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, shh Pistol poppin' (Pistol poppin') Yeah-uh, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Momma, I been drinking, sorry Commas dwindling And I been thinking, hardly (Ahh) I been getting older Sleeping on the floor and shit has set in colder [Verse 1] Go eat a fungus, bitch Schedule one, swallow a humongous risk (Yeah) Tisk, father would be pissed (Pissed) Fuck you, bitches, I wish you knew what you missed (Missed) Bliss, I ain't bitching no mo' (No mo') All these niggas switching, ditching all you mo mos (Mo mos) Yo' Glock dick spit at niggas, homo I shoot bitches, pussy yelling "Oh no" (Oh no) Slow-mo when I'm walking Nigga wanna run up, I let him and then I rock him, sock 'em Robot, nigga tryna rob, he got no pot So, what? Han Solo aiming but he know not Greedo, shoot him in his speedo Faggot, bi nigga 'cause I keep a second ratchet (Ratchet) Bye, nigga, throw the fade but can you catch it? (Catch it?) High wit'cha but only if you can match it (Match it) Snatch it if it laying around Fuck Mrs. **** lay in the ground (Oh) Your speaker playing my sound I'm talking at you while I smile like a clown [Chorus] Momma, I been drinking, sorry Commas dwindling And I been thinking, hardly (Ahh) I been getting older Sleeping on the floor and shit has set in colder [Verse 2] (Spin) Like a revolver Nigga wanna problem I got it, (Uh) yeah Walking proper, (Yuh) yeah Pop a copper, yeah, uh A slop hopper I'm only here for the head hoes, yeah Top dropper, top dropper, top dropper I'm here to hide from the feds bros