Get Smoked
• Written by Shyzler
Get blasted, get smoked, you flaccid.
You like plastic, acted like you lasted.
It's all twisted, informations acid.
I hold caskets, for the ones who asked it.
Run around and we hittin missions,
fuck around and we hittin bitches.
I'm kicked in my ignition,
got more bread then yo' tuition!
So tell me what is in your vision?
I can already tell that you speakin' fiction.
Got my hand on the chrome,
niggas bow to me on the throne.
Killin this shit, everywhere I roam.
It's like I was computed like a fuckin' drone.
I'm in my zone so be known I'm boun to blow,
I put this .40 to ya dome, and break all of ya bones.
Making this game look easy,
gettin all this money weekly.
All of you niggas greasy,
you cheesy make me queasy.
I'm so crazy, it's so breezy,
fuck these bitches, they so sleazy.
Countin dolla's, sippin rozay.
wit 2 bitches, gettin freak'ay.
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Shyzler
Member since June 16 2015