Smithy

(الألبوم: Smithy - 2019)

(Critical alert)
Hah, huh, hah (Yah), huh
Hah (Uh), huh, hah (Yah, yah)

They playing snake, wet the terf like paintballs
Y'all could really get cut 'cause the flow like chainsaws
Dropping hot like naplam
And these industry plants get in quick but don't stay long
Meanwhile, got the underground like, "Where he came from?"
Why ain't nobody say some?

Rap politics and it's all just business
Could suck my dick if you think something different
I fucked yo' bitch but ain't say that I hid it
Getting too high to bring you on this mission
Body shield fit 'cause the sounds by Smithy
Kept it a hunnid while making two-fifty
It's DJ Fukk Cock, y'all just envy
Too many deaths to show all y'all pity

Beat gone soft till the blue pill hitting
Moment I rap then it's hand-out ribbons
Get so many hand-outs that y'all bitten
Stuck with leftovers, it must be delicious
I got me a hoe, she came with a throat
I'm getting this bread, they ain't got a loaf
You ripping off heads if it's friends or a foe
I don't know who to trust so my hand on my pole
She strip on the low?
You telling me secrets you want me to know
I think there's a lot of you acting for show
These rap niggas love to tell stories 'bout the tales that they make up at home
My whole life on the go, they ain't know what I know
Got my keys in the bag, I just need me the door
Got my foot in the game and my dick in her slow
Keep on checking on me like the microwave though
2014, I was working on lyrics
5 years later, I'm pushing out milli's
No pro skater, just grind like you kicking
The time bomb waiting to blow up, keeps ticking
I did the art now it's time for the riches
I don't feel bad that I burned down bridges
Hear me just fine, this is all my connection
End of this year, I might cop me a necklace

Rap politics and it's all just business
Could suck my dick if you think something different
I fucked yo' bitch but ain't say that I hid it
Getting too high to bring you on this mission
Body shield fit 'cause the sounds by Smithy
Kept it a hunnid while making two-fifty
It's DJ Fukk Cock, y'all just envy
Too many deaths to show all y'all pity (I'm sure all y'all pity)