[Intro: Smokingskul]
What? Yeah, what?

[Pre-Chorus: Smokingskul]
Glock .43, ain't using no knife
Snake my dawg even though we was tight
Thought he had Xan's, gave that nigga Mike and Ike's
I got two bitches and they look alike
Oh, you got that Glock on you? You damn right
Why my top shooter, a damn dyke?

[Chorus: Smokingskul]
I'm in that same whip Tupac in
I am not Flavor Flav, I don't clock in
I like to kick shit, I ain't knockin'
I'm off a Xan, turn to Stephen Hawking
What? Scary-ass nigga, his face in his hoodie
Yeah, Glock in my pocket, no mace in this hoodie
When I come around [?] like Buzz and Woody
OG said I need to have proper footing

[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
What? Press him, I'm off a spacebar
What? Kill the judge, now the case solved
Bitch, I'm grinding while you got days off
I go hand and hand, I don't break off
Thought he had weed, gave that nigga [?]
I could serve you like a waiter
I just jugged him, see you later
I got sticks, I could beef with Al-Qaeda
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