SMITH.b - Hired Goons

Yeah, I dap the bro, get the pack and go
Known to turn your entrée to a dinner roll
Ill leave you cold before your food could be that
Lets take a stroll to the alley behind where the sink at
Just copped the 9 iron ima tee off with it
Watch the bullet curve towards you from the far off distance
Ill go akimbo, play the whole 18
Knock your head clean off, Happy Gilmore swing
I'll send shooters with blanks just to mess with you
Plan to run up middle of your set at a festival
I need five of you with me and two up in each vestibule
Without a bullet fired he scared himself into a vegetable
Yeah we made him rick Sanchez
Extreme teen speaking, im only slinging what Pan says
Those who don't understand may experience fomo
Ill ruin your whole day like a no-call no-show

My loops all got cold cuts like deli meat
We can cook it up, you just gotta maje the celly beep
Hella deep in a minivan, aux beneath the center fan
Trying to add the hi-hats while driving it with the other hand
Push the petal, pull the metal, time crisis 2
The clip holds seven shells once i set aside two for you
Salute the dude, Im definitely not the truth
I can see the money coming like I got a loose tooth
I wanna send my dawgs to space like the cold war
Til then they pick what they want off the show floor
If you find a means of ingress then we are likely to show floor
Fool, my victory was foretold in the folklore
Now if yall dont mind, im gonna continue never missin
Tuck the heat and slide into the bushes baby, homer simpson
Dont try to diss 'em you might experience dire symptoms
Hired henchmen, goons in position to spend my Benjamins

Written by:
Bryce Smith

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