Smoke Skreezy - Looks (feat. Doc Kollins)

Yeah
BLOTTIVADED
Game so cold, got me smOkin' hella cooks
Wasn't for this weed, need some money on my books
I'm just trying to live
but I always been a crook
My bitch bad but I ain't with her for the looks
Game so cold, got me smOkin' hella cooks
Wasn't for this weed, need some money on my books
I'm just trying to live but I always been a crook
My bitch bad but I ain't with her for the looks
Cruising traps all through the map
Got caught moving packs
I bet you would rat
But me, I never thought of doing that
I just hit my lawyer, post the bail
Then boom I'm back (I'm back bitch)
Acid tabs in the back of class
Still wondering, how the fuck they passed my ass
Hardcore, Cactus Jack
And I put you in a box, this a casket match
Son you like I'm Liston
Bitch you need to sit and listen
Fuckin up the vision baby
Fuck up out my business
Muthafuck the system bitch
I get it how I'm living
Seeking out the wisdom
Yeah baby, I'm tripping trippin
And I do as I say so
Gimme gimme all the bankroll
Gotta stack like I'm Bezos
And I need my case closed 'cause the
Game so cold, got me smOkin' hella cooks
Wasn't for this weed, need some money on my books
I'm just trying to live
But I always been a crook
My bitch bad but I ain't with her for the looks
Game so cold, got me smOkin' hella cooks
Wasn't for this weed, need some money on my books
I'm just trying to live
But I always been a crook
My bitch bad but I ain't with her for the looks
I'm a hard act to follow
I'm Adonis, I'm Apollo
See the Creed? Swha
I'm a G-O-D (God!)
See a bad little bitch tell her ven aqui (mira mami)
Big bands on the field, this the SEC
Nigga balled like Kap just a SOB
Niggas say they trappin' they just cappin'
You ain't trappin'!
Boy you know the faction
Ain't no lackin'
Ain't no lackin'!
These white hoes poppin Xannies
Lookin' like I won a Grammy
Thang on my hip
Walkin' like I pulled a hammy
Never do my dogs like Tony did Manny (not my dogs)
Sippin Heem like fuck I need a liver for?
Loud pack got me in this bitch before I hit the door
I triple bread like big macs
This big mac push ya wig back
Shwali with the tropicana
Clip banana, hit the hammer
Fuckin round with fuckarounds don't fuckaround
That rocky road, let thotiana buss it down
Game so cold, got me smOkin' hella cooks
Wasn't for this weed, need some money on my books
I'm just tryna live but I always been a crook
My bitch bad but I ain't with her for the looks
Game so cold, got me smOkin' hella cooks
Wasn't for this weed, need some money on my books
I'm just tryna live but I always been a crook
My bitch bad but I ain't with her for the looks

Written by:
joshua stallcop

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