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pyro style - boss smooth lyrics

[intro]
on bro grave, i’m back at it again, man
pyro way or gunplay b*tch, ragghh

[verse]
we leave out the mall like we robbed that b*tch
soon as we walk in that b*tch, it’s like a stickup, we tell ’em we need all that sh*t
and you know we ain’t paying for nothin’, we f*ckin’ up stores, swipin’ them cards and sh*t
bro said he got a stain on a lame with them bands, i tell him take all that sh*t
ridin’ round with this whatchamacallit, cuz i don’t know what to call this b*tch
and yo main b*tch gave me face, gang but i swear i’m never texting or calling that b*tch
i know you cuff her, you tell her you love her, you too busy puttin’ yo all in that b*tch
i’m too busy running up my sh*t but if i got time i might give her all this d*ck
yeah, we get into it but still on that hot sh*t
pyro’d up with them drums and the mopsticks
n*ggas happy, they finally popped sh*t
but ask ’bout 800, we really drop sh*t
n*ggas call a peace treat’, we don’t squash sh*t
and f*ck the tow truck, they don’t stop sh*t
i slide with my hittas, i’ve chicas with bl!ckas
get caught coolin’, you feelin’ this hot sh*t
like the fourth of july how we spark sh*t
he think he superman like he clark kent
he tried to play hero, till he feel these follows, but we all know how that part went
i’m goin’ to work like i clocked in
we out poppin’ on when you pop in
in the club, security can’t handle us, just like a janitor, we brought the mops in
and big bro just left out the gun store, we had to cop us a draco
i just put a drum under my handgun, you don’t wanna hear how that drum roll
all these b*tches act like they g*y, but i just had a threesome with two g*y hoes
yeah, i f*cked her and her girlfriend at the same, they swear that they g*y though
catch me and bronem outwest in that eight door, gettin’ lit with like a*holes
styrofoam filled up with that matic, so you bet’ not spill my drank though
and we don’t come [?], f*ck me and my bangbros
and if you ain’t tryin’ to suck and f*ck on the gang, i don’t know what you came for
and it seem like 800 got problems with everyone, so we gon’ get smoked or anyone
we got a selection of artilleries, you can get hit up with any gun
and how the f*ck you tryin’ to go to war with us, you ain’t got no money or any guns?
we used to slide on opps on them dry days, i swear that sh*t used to be plenty fun
we pull up in that beam, lettin’ out fifty, i swear them boys thought we had diddy gun
plus bronem be hoppin’ out, hawkin’ sh*t down, he ain’t got no chance if he tried to run
if i send alo and joc on a mission, they ain’t comin’ back till they get it done
man down, now we up another one, but now we lurkin’, tryin’ to catch us another one
don’t make us play crazy, you play tough
pop up at yo’ show, tear the stage up
you know them maniacs raised us
from the bottom of bottoms, i came from
but now i’m up, ima stay up
i’m ballin’ while you n*ggas layup
these f*ck n*ggas f*ckin’ the game up
tryin’ to imitate us but they ain’t us, hah

- boss smooth lyrics

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