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if u was me - smokingskul lyrics

[verse: smokingskul]
b*tch i, b*tch i did this sh*t independent like a single mother of three (aye)
b*tch, you lyin’ if you say you wouldn’t do the same sh*t if you was me (aye)
if i was you and you was me
it ain’t nothin’ ’bout it, b*tch, i would agree
aye, these n*ggas switch up but it’s cool
aye, feel like a dad, hand me that tool (aye, what)
ran up on me, tryna take my ice, leave ’em on a tee ’cause i pity fools
these n*ggas not around like a juul n’ sh*t
b*tch, i’m moshpxt, how i’m shootin’ sh*t
you justin bieber with that baby glock when you up that, you ludacris (aye, what)
mac 10s and fns, we steppin’ on yo’ shooters
no check ins or preppin’s, we do this with no tutors
don’t ease up no lettin’, thе xan’s in, the fent’ in
the work in from pеnsion
i know you hear me but no comprehension
if you diss me, n*gga, stand on it
before i drop the beef, spray some pam on it
who is that n*gga, i can’t put my hand on it
if you tryna match, put more than a gram on it
aye, tell these n*ggas the truth, they cry
n*ggas diss me, that sh*t don’t fly by
n*ggas really gon’ die
.45 leave ’em sky high, leave ’em like walt disney
he tried to slide on me but the opp missed me (what, aye)
i got so many n*ggas tryna off me
i’m off the fredo, b*tch, i’m coughin’
sippin’ on lean, n*gga, r.i.p. fredo
aye, glock 19, chief keef and the glock 26, tadoe
yo*yo b*tch givin’ me knowledge, all of a sudden, i’m galileo
glock gon’ get up witchu like cayo
i’m gettin’ bread, the chicken, the lettuce, hold the mayo
i got a tommy, like hideo
you don’t got a shinigami like you l
this kaine, give ’em h*ll
cartier shades like i read in braille
[verse 2: xanman]
white plug like machine gun kelly
he say he a shooter, knock him especially
i’m p*ssed off, they gon’ call me r kelly
young n*gga, change his name to r xelly
call up skul, he gon’ let it off
glock go, “ruff” n*gga, snoop dogg
b*tch, try cheat, i’ma break jaw
turnt as a youngin’, always breakin’ law
b*tch n*gga, he ain’t lettin’ no glock off
b*tch, i’m pourin’ up lines of the wockhardt
winter time, i’m a buy me a droptop
put a body in the hall like a cough drop
n*gga, f*ck 12, n*gga, f*ck mall cops
this xd came with folding stocks
b*tch n*gga know he not totin’ glocks
i got the same guns off of overwatch
smoke a n*gga, i don’t need the gas
took a toll on me like an easypass
i call up skul, extended mag
skul servin’, might just delete yo’ ass
before i trust another b*tch, n*gga, i eat a piece of glass
before i trust another b*tch, i’ll turn to jody, b*tch, i’ll beat yo’ ass
all dogs go to heaven, i know he did, n*gga, i k!lled dmx
that n*gga ain’t even got shot, he next to emmet till ’cause he got beat to death
told a n*gga, “better watch still”
we got whole lotta glocks still
n*gga, if i ain’t k!ll you then god gon’ k!ll you so i’m takin’ god k!ll
n*gga, this sh*t get real, i ain’t brenda, no fish, i ain’t talkin’ on instagram
whole lotta shooters in a shoot and tie, b*tch, i come through like a businessman
white plug let me in the crib, i told a n*gga, “i’m an elvis fan”
i told that b*tch that i’m a dog, i do anything that a shelter can (woo)
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