Who Want Smoke [Freestyle]

Horace Wells, Mark Laepple

Chicago Bulls, basketball shorts
I'm tryna scrimmage (what up?)
I go ape, post up in the paint
chi' be high percentage (rrahh, ruff)
Ayy, let's get it, step on one of you niggas
spit on you when I finish
Tryna act like they want smoke with Gates
they really be up in they feelings (for real)
This lil' bitty, pussy pressure
she won't sit on some of these inches (Come on)
Told me, get this pussy pregnant, bae
I really want some of your children (aight, aight)
I know how to take the fire lil' thing
And send it on one of these fenders (woo-woo)
I'ma really cop a hollow, aim it
Send it at one of they temples (woo-woo)
I'm just fiendin', I done came across a fix I go to itching (I do)
I be twitching, and my eye be kinda fucked up, I be squinting (ah, ah)
I be glitching, then my mind be kinda fucked up, come from killing (ah)
You be spitting, you ain't never did a walk-up, you pretending
I would really stand up in your shit and wrap your shit for Christmas (right)
Closed case, he ain't got no face, the lawyer's gon' dismiss it (uh-huh)
Grab the pole, I'm tryna snatch his soul and turn him to a memory
With the hold up, I'm bipolar and you know I'm 'bout my business (I'm real)
Don't rap about you trappin' in traffic, they pull they panties down (bow-bow)
Band-aid on my fingertips, swing the switch, put that hammer down (grrah)
They personal aburses score thirty-two out that wrap-around (bow-bow)
Shottas slangin' coppa, that yoppa go, bap-bap-bap-bap-bow (bow)

What the fuck is that? (bow, what?)
What the fuck is that? (bow, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)
What the fuck is that?
I step on one of you niggas then I'll spit on you when I finish

Lotta work, get distributed to my generals and lieutenants (at ease)
Go berserk, I'll put you on a shirt from JCPenney
Bitch, I'm turnt, put your dick inside the dirt and murk the witness
I go lurk, catch a body and tell Mazi how I did it
All my hitters work at Liz I go purchase me a Fendi
Drop that bag, want your hat you know it's curtains when I set it
Dun-Dadda, kick the rassclaat, this ain't gunfire
You know I don't get tired, run you down your lungs tired
Fireman, catch you coming home like the umpire
Hmm, hitting her from the back, I got my strap on top her back, lil' bitch
Thinking about setting me up, any funny ideas, then I'ma clap the bitch
Thinking about stealing my watch and running off then I'ma whack the bitch
That's how I bat that bitch
Used to be chief executioner, big enforcer
Drug lords in my lineage, many that been deported
Red ford, twenty-two inch on fortys, I been retarded
Love my neighbors, if I do some gangsta they don't report it
If a nigga raise his phone in my presence, think he recording
Cartier go walk around and make sure the bitch ain't recording
Take his phone go in his recent deleted and then destroy it
Hmm, then invite him to a show and then make him feel real important
Put them gremlins on they trail when they bell and they get a company
Don't entertain no fuckery, told the bitch not to fuck with me
I'm gonna drop my nuts how I'm thuggin', this shit a luxury
I show no remorse, saddle up, ain't got no horse
Hmm, Turn you to a corpse, in the slum, this shit a sport
All these tigers in the jungle, we let nature take its course
Mmm, know Brasi got some bodies, he responding you of course
Mini MAC-11, when it's static, I hold down the fort
Brand new 911 Turbo S, I'm jumping out a Porsche
It do this shit, ain't nothing new to me, I been jumped off the porch
No suppressor on the weapon, when it spit, look like a torch
We done barbecued a nigga, when he finished, get the fork
One of them men I maybe P.S.M, my eighteen throw up four
Talking tough on Instagram, in person, they don't want no parts
Clean the port, it be a surely mini cartridge look like doors
Grip the 40, better take extra precaution when it spark

Take precaution when that bitch spark, ya heard? Mm
Yeah, that's how I step on shit
These bitch ass niggas be talking that gangsta shit like, yeah
I know what's happening with me dick ya heard me
Hm, you know what's happening with me dick, you know I'm out here ya heard me
Ayy, I'm out here, you heard me
Get on the internet and do all that ayy, we do all that, ayy, ayy
Ayy, You can do all that shit you be doing on the internet dick
Ayy, but dick on that black top and you know what's happening with me dick ya heard me
Bow-bo-bow
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that? (bow, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)
What the fuck is that?
I step on one of you niggas then I spit on you when I finish

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