444 KeyLo - Smelling It

(Ugh)
Please do not look at me funny, cause I can not wait to run up on a dummy (bang)
Brought a long clip get to dumping, I pull up and up it these boy get to running (aye)
Got a bad bitch I been fucking, she act like a slut when I put my thumb in (facts)
Why wouldn't I shoot, I get buckets, I ain't ever miss, I put that on my cousin
Put that on my bitch, money stacker, boy I'm stacking my chips
Dirty clapper in the back of the whip, just to bag a rapper who gon' act like he wit' it
He ain't with the shits and he ain't with the foolery neither
I ain't like school, I wanted to fuck up my teachers
Influence was bad, give a fuck I don't need em'
I hopped on the field and they still in the bleachers
They type on computers, acting tough but you an actual loser
Fat lil' fuck you ain't no rapper, I'll do yah
Bitch I'm related to actual shooters, actual killers and actual movers
Who actually put the package in the Uber, who actually introduced to me to the music
Who actually trapping action before the movement
Before ever rapper rapping thought it's cool and shit
These pussies got the nerve to act like I ain't ever been through it (nah)
How I come so far from crashing cars to making Benjamins? (facts)
Bitch look at these scars, this push to start gon' be the end of him
How I go so hard to make these bars must be the sentencing (I don't know)
Pussies got the nerve to act like I ain't ever been through it (I can't go)
How I come so far from crashing cars to making Benjamins? (I move to slow)
Bitch look at these scars, this push to start gon' be the end of him (count my dough)
How I go so hard to make these bars must be the sentencing (roll my)
Sentencing, never right where my pencil is
I could pull up bag bitch, she fall in love with my penmanship
I could fuck her every week or every month like a membership
When we fuck she scream so loud I got to cover her mouth (shh)
I call it censorship, bending shit, could get hit won't remember it
Ain't no evidence, never is, wrap the pack up and selling it, don't get caught ain't no telling it
There's some pussy in the air, I don't know where but I'm smelling it
Talking hot, gon' get you popped, we put it right where melon is like
I don't know (don't know)
I can't go (can't go)
I move too slow (too slow)
(Count my dough) These pussies got the nerve to act like I ain't ever been through it (nah)
How I come so far from crashing cars to making Benjamins? (facts)
Bitch look at these scars, this push to start gon' be the end of him
How I go so hard to make these bars must be the sentencing (I don't know)
Pussies got the nerve to act like I ain't ever been through it (I can't go)
How I come so far from crashing cars to making Benjamins? (I move to slow)
Bitch look at these scars, this push to start gon' be the end of him (count my dough)
How I go so hard to make these bars must be the sentencing (roll my)
I don't know (don't know)
I move too slow (too slow)
Roll my

Written by:
Lorenzo Arricale

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