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wheezin - smokingskul lyrics

[intro]
(this is a slump audios exclusive)
(plug)

[verse 1: smokingskul]
i’m gettin’ money, n*gga, like diego
rob the plug then say, “hasta luego”
put him in a can like prego
we couldn’t build if i was a lego
i’m in the trap, n*gga, no sleep
these n*ggas stealing my sh*t, i peeped
you don’t gotta front, n*gga, ’cause i see it
i f*ck her one time then i’m leaving
i’m finna blow up, i believe it
we the reason why your auntie is grieving
that pack, i’m chiefing
smoking your brother now i’m wheezing
[verse 2: 20mop]
smoking your bro, n*gga, now i’m good
sticked up when i run through your hood
you ran up, you got put in that ‘wood
feds askin’, i ain’t poppin’ no hood
[?] popped in yo’ neck
you gon’ dip, n*gga, if i’m grippin’ that tec
[move?] out the way, n*gga, then you finna get wrecked
yo’ brother a fiend, n*gga, and he [?]
serving the fiends, come and get a discount
ayy, see a opp in that van, then i dismount
you never gon’ shoot, n*gga, put that stick down
n*ggas ghost when i bring that stick out
n*ggas get ghost when they see that phantom
ayy, uppin’ that heat, n*gga, we gon’ tan ’em
can’t get no feat’, n*gga, you a random
ayy, glock got a switch, n*gga, like the channel

[verse 3: toohlie]
off of the pack, that sh*t got me wheezing
take all his funds, we gon’ break him even
hop in the scat, n*gga, not the demon
i cut him off, did it for a reason
huh, got yo’ drip off of amazon
they be some lame n*ggas, i don’t pay ’em mind
i took his life ’cause he tried to play with mine
sprayground bookbag with k inside
smoke on yo’ bro, now i got some red eye
hop in the scat, n*gga, not the redeye
y’all n*ggas clones, yeah, y’all n*ggas jedi
i got some real n*ggas that i stand by
i’m rockin’ undercover, not bape
pass me the blunt, n*gga, not the vape
we cannot work, n*gga, it’s too late
you want a feat’, then you gotta pay (huh, yeah)
[verse 4: squillo]
fah, fah
and i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, mr. crocker (nah)
found your mom in the strip, n*gga, we gon’ pop her (yeah)
get a b*tch gone, n*gga, we gon’ dox her (yeah)
just spray at her mans, n*gga, with the chopper (yeah)
channel 5 news, n*gga, we gon’ fox her (yeah)
don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, jackie on the dodgers (b*tch)
most of these n*ggas on d*ck, yeah, they hoppers (b*tch, hey, woah)
d*ck in they mouth, these n*ggas be toppers
these n*ggas ain’t better, these n*ggas be floppers
he wanna be gang but he not top flocker (b*tch, hey, woah)
911 your day, n*gga, it’s a shocker
i’m outside coolin’, n*gga, with the telly
we finna roll a n*gga like some [?]
i’m smoking on dead n*ggas, straight from cali’

[outro: squillo & smokingsku]
fah
(plug)
i’m gettin’ money, n*gga, like diego
rob the plug then say, “hasta luego”
put him in a can like prego
we couldn’t build if i was a lego
i’m in the trap, n*gga, no sleep
these n*ggas stealing my sh*t, i peeped
you don’t gotta front, n*gga, ’cause i see it
i f*ck her one time then i’m leaving
i’m finna blow up, i believe it
we the reason why your auntie is grieving
that pack, i’m chiefing
smoking your brother now i’m wheezing

- smokingskul lyrics

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