[Intro: Smoke Bomb]
Aye, Somebody tell Wendigo that he fucking killed this!
So Im really in this shit bitch!
Aye, Yo omni pass me the pen real quick (ight)
Yuh, spark me the fuck up
(This beat is fuckin fire)
Aye!
[Verse 1: Smoke Bomb]
Jack and Jill went up the hill and sparked up on their pipe
Now theyre flying in a plane gettin higher than the kite (yuh)
Gushers in my veins got me seein triple sight
Open 3 eyes, i feel divine and now i see the light (yuh)
Darkie in ya jungle totin poles and im outside ya house bout to break inside ya home
Gettin grimey on the mic
Gettin grimey like a dyke
I feel faded thats alright
Oh Im feelin sky high (aye, aye)
Speed in my veins got me spinnin but im prone to trippin
Acid got me melting, take 2 steps and now im fuckin limping
How did this happen? dont remember but i love the feeling
Lets take another tab before i start to feel it
Aye, im rippin tops just like a beyblade run up in yo trap and let it spray, I got my fuckin AK
Bout my bag cuz its payday, hit my cashapp, breakin bread with my niggas on a good day
Wet the block, can't let it get dry!
Fuck these opps, smoke em by the pound
Leave a corpse up in the ground
Under floorboards of the harbor
Leave em runnin out of town
Yeah, You talkin reckless if you defy the 8 legged apex
Im tryna get it through your head that its X gang to the grave bitch
Mama thinks im playin console with my nigga Sandro
Up here gettin fly, squintin eyes, got my nigga omni high
You get ostracized, i hypothesize that you criticize
That you dont like me cuz a nigga sky high bitch
Aye, Somebody tell Wendigo that he fucking killed this!
So Im really in this shit bitch!
Aye, Yo omni pass me the pen real quick (ight)
Yuh, spark me the fuck up
(This beat is fuckin fire)
Aye!
[Verse 1: Smoke Bomb]
Jack and Jill went up the hill and sparked up on their pipe
Now theyre flying in a plane gettin higher than the kite (yuh)
Gushers in my veins got me seein triple sight
Open 3 eyes, i feel divine and now i see the light (yuh)
Darkie in ya jungle totin poles and im outside ya house bout to break inside ya home
Gettin grimey on the mic
Gettin grimey like a dyke
I feel faded thats alright
Oh Im feelin sky high (aye, aye)
Speed in my veins got me spinnin but im prone to trippin
Acid got me melting, take 2 steps and now im fuckin limping
How did this happen? dont remember but i love the feeling
Lets take another tab before i start to feel it
Aye, im rippin tops just like a beyblade run up in yo trap and let it spray, I got my fuckin AK
Bout my bag cuz its payday, hit my cashapp, breakin bread with my niggas on a good day
Wet the block, can't let it get dry!
Fuck these opps, smoke em by the pound
Leave a corpse up in the ground
Under floorboards of the harbor
Leave em runnin out of town
Yeah, You talkin reckless if you defy the 8 legged apex
Im tryna get it through your head that its X gang to the grave bitch
Mama thinks im playin console with my nigga Sandro
Up here gettin fly, squintin eyes, got my nigga omni high
You get ostracized, i hypothesize that you criticize
That you dont like me cuz a nigga sky high bitch
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