Owlix Lemn - TRAP FACTORY SMOG

I got trap factory smog in my lungs
Smoking in the morgue
That is fun
I'm a ride alone
You better run
I was in the class going dumb
Hot Cheeto my name like I'm Chester
I said fuck you
And then I gave that boy gestures
I don't got no ex but I'm looking for the treasure
I'm big as hell
Yeah she asked me if she could measure
Okay pause though
I ball like Rondo
I'm at your Grandma crib
Hold up It's a condo
I don't give no fuck
Unless it involve me spitting bars though
I know that little boy
He gone go and drop that bar soap
Yeah I'm so tee'd up
I feel like I'm hitting par though
Come and find me little fuck boy
You know that I'm like Waldo
Yeah she bust it from the window
Then she move to the wall though
Yeah we go to the mall though
Just so we can ball bro
I don't answer no calls bro
Right like Miranda
I'm not talking no Cosgrove
And y'all can't even fuck with my bars though
Fuck with me that's hard though
Fuck with me that's hard though
Tomorrow's Food Today
Pull up at our show
Tomorrow's Food Today
Pull up at our show

Trap factory smog make my lungs hurt
Buying all this fucking drip
Make my funds hurt
And that's cool
I made it back
And she oh
I'm a need that
I'm in the stu
We double down pat
Double down pat that rat that
Woah
I don't like Snapchat
But I like pack so I just cool
I don't want scat pack
I don't want track track
Yeah yeah yeah that's cool
You know me Young Z
I'm a go act like mother fucking fool
I feel like Handy Manny
When I go carry a tool
Boy you want beef
I know a mother fucker that can go moo
Boy you want treat
I know a mother fucker that can go roof
Parakeet
I'm a take that little boy to the zoo

I got trap factory smog in my lungs
In my lungs
In my lungs
Trap factory smog in my lungs
Trap factory smog in my lungs
Trap factory smog in my lungs
Trap factory smog in my lungs

Written by:
Owlix Lemn

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