Smacked

[Intro]

What up though, Loco? (Bruh-bruh)

You know we on that 227 drug zone shit, thirty years and running, my nigga (Gang)

Let's get it

Ayy (Uh)

[Verse 1]

Dummy got finagled out a ki', paid me forty-six

Finessed him out of sixty-three, it was short a split

Sold the fifty-six to his mans, now the split was short

Caught a case over fifty grams, took his blick to court

Call it car ball, we ball hard, check my expense report

Hard boy, no blood, no foul, this a different sport

Different vibe, different type of time, I'm the timer type

Big timing, VVS diamonds, I be shining bright

Wisconsin, press 'em on consignment

Y'all fiends, them my clients

Big money heavyweight, small things to a giant

Raw cleanеr than some Dove

Me and DD, wе some thugs

Met with Greedy for some grub

Told him, "Meet me at the hub"

On the east, we make it flood

On the west, we make it Hurricane Hugo

The dirty drank chulo

Himothy McVeigh, Mister Murder Gang Uno

All white meat turkey, but the purple came from Pluto (Where we at?)

[Chorus]

Thirties on them yerkies got me zurpin', chokin' off the thrax (Smacked)

Smokin', leanin', floatin' off a flatscreen

Higher than a whiffle duster with no vaccine

Servin' all the J's, pops, cluckers, and the smack fiends (Smacked)

With this half brick of Toni Kukoč

Could wake up everybody, Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes (Trap, trap, trap)

Livin' on the edge, I cut it too close

Watch how they jump back on my dick when I put out this new dope (Smacked)

Let's get it

[Verse 2]

I'm sellin' drugs with the risk takers

FN in my Purples, in the club with the wrist breaker

Fanta full of syrup in my cup when I sip maple

Current mood, we want all the blues like I'm Vince Staples

Been faithful to the game, I never cheated on it

Your girlfriend's a track runner, yeah, she's a trotter

Tryna tie that thot down, I wouldn't even bother

Way she balance my work on the scale and make it teeter-totter

I taught her everything she know, from selling weed to blow

She treat me with the same respect that she treat her father

We even got the same connect, chopper with the bayonet, like, how these niggas 'posed to rob me? We the robbers

Trap spot full of pies, this a pizza parlor

Eatin' four courses up at Morton's, I don't eat Carrabba's (Let's get it)

Ran off on Guadalupe, Speedy Gonzales

Down in El Paso on the border, finna meet my gualas

[Chorus]

Thirties on them yerkies got me zurpin', chokin' off the thrax (Smacked)

Smokin', leanin', floatin' off a flatscreen

Higher than a whiffle duster with no vaccine

Servin' all the J's, pops, cluckers, and the smack fiends

With this half brick of Toni Kukoč

Could wake up everybody, Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes

Livin' on the edge, I cut it too close

Watch how they jump back on my dick when I put out this new dope

Let's get it