$ki Massacre - SMOKE A-SAC

Smoke in the sack and I'm pullin' my whip Whippin' that hood up and do it, brother
Got my bitch under my own weather Mudded down on my own brother
Got my, my nigga now pullin' my own Rockin' around like I'm rockin' balonies
That backwoods shawty missin' her own Smoke in the sack and I'm pullin' them pads
Passin' around like I'm pumpin' them pads Passin' the bitch and I'm missin' the rack
Rockin' that bitch like I'm rockin' Malone Holdin' my bitch and we rollin' them joints
Holdin' my bitch and we roll up this wood Woodin' around like I'm pullin' my flow
We flowin' that bitch and I'm missin' my
We get it, man, we get it, we get it, we get it, man
We get it, we get it, we get to the end We get to the end
We get it, we get it, we get to the end
Hold up, who that, boy? Hold up, who that's he
Ski, massacre, bruh We got bitches, how my Rick
Y'all Smoke her, smoker, smoke her What smoke her, smoker, smoker, smoker
Hey WA Well, smoke her, smoker What smoker, smoker
Huh? Smoke her, smoke her What
We so giddy Got the bitch in my ditty
Beat that bitch in my titty Titty that bitch and I'm missin' my zingy
Yeah, I feel like Uzi, Uzi With my gun in my boozy
Got my bitch in a boozy Who that bitch in a ruby
Ayy, I'm roomin' them bitches, I'm missin' the zyde
The zyde ain't around like I'm missin' the rhyme
I'm rhymin' up, down on the 40, they rockin
I'm rockin' around like I'm missin' my own
Who that preppy boy to my own? Who that preppy speed little boy
Who that motherfucker you know? Who that little rapper you bought
I got my money, niggas, and I put it down when I say so
Jiggy nigga with my grill teeth, and I teeth down on my peso
Peace down on my money whoppin', I'll whop it down like I say so
Hold up, who that boy we goin' around to messin' my payloads
Smoke her, ayy, smoke her, smoke her What smoke her, smoker, ayy
Smoke her, ayy, smoke her, smoke her What smoke her, ayy, smoke her, smoke her
I got my pole, pole bitch, hey brother, how you hang that sister
Hold up, my mother, mother, and brother, and sister
And auntie, and cousin, and uncle, we got the dog in the triple
We fuckin' that bitch in the soul, I got my rockin' alone
Smokin' that Jiggy flow, feel like Pretty flacko hoe
My little bird scheme, I set her back with his dome
I got the money, money power, respect your hoes

Written by:
Jonathan Alvarez-Perez

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