Smokin’ Lo

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My positions been in-scripted in a stone tablet Boss crafted from a lone fabric A known savage in my habitat Stay where the chicken and the cabbage at Smoking back to back like I got cataracts [?] the pressure, dope color Uncle Fester Stash the cheddar and Beretta in your mother dresser I took the bitch and I caressed her, felt the texture Took her mind and I inject her with my crooked lectures Pop 'em like a percocet when I squirt the Tec Bend his earth to get the perfect plex You niggas worthless, I'm Curt Hennig, Mr. Perfect Broke bitches never fuck with 'em, I been allergic My weed is louder than a hemmy though I'm off a gallon of that Remy [?] Machete on, quick to let that semi go And smokin' Lo, I'm still quick with the jabs Served your father when he was hitting that bag [Hook] Said I sold too many O's to be a hoes savior Word to blood, smokin' Lo Fraizer Got no love for a bitch, see my heart is like a froze glacier Told you before, smokin' Lo Fraizer I got a neck full of gold, cut a nigga with Ramone's razor You know the name, smokin' Lo Fraizer They ain't seen a nigga like me since Jesus in a cold manger What's my name, smokin' Lo Fraizer [Verse 2] Local nigga but the coke is Bolivian I smoke my lungs out to oblivion While jet skiing through the waters off the shore in the Carribean The slim bitch the color cinnamon You see I only touch the finest breeze Some fiji water, smoke the finest trees Purple labeled denim in designer V's I hit it once than I decline the fee's This bitch was necking me so long I swear to god I couldn't find her knees I take your bitch and I stroke her, roll up a fifty of oprah That's to the face, I'm a habitual smoker Got a bitch to blow a line of that coca And now she love me like sosa Wrap it up then put it back in the chocha Need a bitch that's 'bout her money like Oprah And stack the chips like it's poker Stash the holster underneath the roper Stash the diesel underneath the sofa In case the foes rush, don't go nuts Just roll some more dope up [Hook] Said I sold too many O's to be a hoes savior Word to blood, smokin' Lo Fraizer Got no love for a bitch, see my heart is like a froze glacier Told you before, smokin' Lo Fraizer I got a neck full of gold, cut a nigga with Ramone's razor You know the name, smokin' Lo Fraizer They ain't seen a nigga like me since Jesus in a cold manger What's my name, smokin' Lo Fraizer