Secret knock

Lyrics

Like my blunt How I like that stuff Light that up Write that Right there Get me high Oh fuck I'm not I'm running out of things to front I lusted after leased the bud I must've acted weak this month I punched my last receipt to stunt I lucked out lacked a need to jump My plug collapsed the plead for bucks He ducked a jab police had struck I snuck him passed in my gm trunk So he didn't get bagged now we straight And on top of that Was a proper bag That we promptly Smoked to the face I'm a Big shooter? Dope commuter? No sir I'm rather close To it though Right clothes No fur Icе cold Might blow herb But not the type to burnout This thе shit you wish you learned 'bout In your high school Turned out feisty though Nice on the mic Not polite when I fight Not a bitch either No heater bro Peter go Off if I'm slicing the beat or Get accosted when crossing the street or Bossiness leaks off the beaks Of the opulent freaks who can speak more Than us Till my more organs turn to dust And even after I will be heeded Actually fuck it Keep your nasty feelings I'mma be shattering ceilings You can't get scraps from my dealings I'mma get racks from my healing I don't need packs for either I won't sit back when appealing Looking at all of the numbers I don't need that: to conceal it That or for any other reason Anyone else wanna see it? Fuck that no bust back Can't trust that I'm leaving You wanna tuck that Big bad bucking In a SnapBack Can't see it I'm a Big shooter? Dope commuter? No sir I'm rather close To it though Right clothes No fur Ice cold Might blow herb But not the type to burnout This the shit you wish you learned 'bout In your high school [Verse 3] But it turns out Too many wrong turns Has earned you An urn now Sucks how it turned out I had to stick around for the turnout Ain't no more dicking around now You clown how's that sound I found that pound damn near drowned wow Down for what's bound Down for what's bound Wreck the project Check off the objective A relic I am in my head Irrelevant to them Oh well I'm mellow Why wallow Instead I'm confident truly I send continent sized rockets I put my set on my hands I twist em hock you a loogie Missed em I got me a toolie gun Issues get duly done