Smokin on dis! (Exoctics Freestyle) RIVEN

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[Intro]
Yeah, I'm smokin' on this (Smokin' on this)
Smokin' on this (Smokin' on this) gas, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And I put my (And I put my)
Sneaky thunder (Sneaky thunder), gas, yeah (Yeah)
And-and I'm countin' (Pow)
And, and-and I'm countin' (Countin') racks, yeah (Racks)
Ayy, get some money (Get some money)
Go, get some money (Go, get some money), get the racks, yeah (Yeah)
Co-co-cook up like some pasta—
(Nicasso)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm smokin' on this (Smokin' on this)
Smokin' on this (Smokin' on this) gas, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And I put my (And I put my)
Sneaky thunder (Sneaky thunder), gas, yeah (Yeah)
And-and I'm countin' (Pow)
And, and-and I'm countin' (Countin') racks, yeah (Racks)
Ayy, get some monеy (Get some money)
Go, gеt some money (Go, get some money), get the racks, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Cook-cook up like some pasta
Boy, I had to boss up, boy, I had to boss up (Boss)
Asked me if we can cuddle
Hit this blunt, I'm high as fuck, I hit this blunt, I'm high as fuck
Nigg-niggas them impostors, I see 'em, Among us, I see 'em, Among us
She gave me the ball, bitch, I'ma ball up
Pass me the whistle 'cause I'm a shot caller

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