Tracksuit Smokingskul (Ft. 1oneam, Marrgielaa & Okaymar)

[Intro: Smokingskul]
What?

[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
All orange tracksuit like a mug
I got a Glock .40, not no sub'
I feel like Whitney in the tub
Wait, blood who that is cuz?
I’m in that tinted coupe, that's a must
Bitch, I'm trappin’ till dusk
Now these niggas tryna fuck with us
You want you a feat, that's two-fifty
Masked up, he don't know who hit 'em
That nigga dead, he gon' take his crew with 'em
I put three-five in the aluminum
All white tracksuit like I'm sick in the head
I'm sippin’ on purp’, I'm sick of the red
I’m in the mystery van like Daphne and Fred
They took my lingo, they ain't give me no cred'

[Verse 2: 1oneam]
Yuh, done talkin' if it ain’t bout bread
He steady talkin' but he stay on the nеt
Who is that nigga, I'm juggin him next (Yah)
I need the fees, I need the chеcks
I play yo' bitch, like I'm playin chess
We hit a lick, nigga, what's next?
These niggas be clones, I need my cred
I keep the stick like I'm playin' fetch
Oh that's yo' bitch? Then I'm gettin' her wet
I'm jus' tryna fuck, I don't want the neck
Foot on me cause' I'm in the leg
He talkin' down, we slide like a sled
He talkin' on gang, that lil nigga dead
He too close, put a rack on his head
Bitch I'm kudos, when I get me the bread