Smoke 101

Caught him at the light we slippin' up, this ain't no movie scene Bumpin' to my music, stupid bitch, she keep her booty clean Rubble on the double Paw Patrol, we pull up with the team Everybody lookin' in, this like , who come after me PJ, a bitch, everybody know that shit Chance, I'm comin' for your ass, no argument This bitch gon spit Shoot the P, I hit his shit Shoulder twitching, got a kick Goofy, bitch, think he the shit Chopper sprayin' at his back F*ck a glocky and a Smith & Wesson I'm finna grab the mac Yeah, bitch, now I'm laughin' at your stupid ass Fuckin' on your hoe, she eat my dick, I hit her from the back Turn her ass around, she bounce on dick, and then she throw it back You don't get no pussy, stole your bitch, and then I gave her back Pass her lil' Beatzy, me and him be hittin' pump fakes I can't wait to shoot your stupid ass right on your birthday Keep on actin' shiesty, we gon' wait until your first date Nah, you can't get no bitches', wait until you see these switches Beatin' on your hoe, now she post a cooking in my kitchen Let me catch your ass, up at the store, bitch, I slime you out I don't give a f*ck, keep it shiesty, I'ma walk you down Yeah, bitch, I'ma walk you down I don't give a f*ck about no diss, I'ma talk you out I just started rappin' all this shit, the night that pop went out You just kept on dodgin' all this smoke until the clock run out Caught him at the light, we slippin' up, this ain't no movie scene Bumpin' to my music, stupid bitch, she keep her booty clean Rubber on the double, paw patrol, we pull up with the team Everybody lookin' in this bitch like, who come after me P.J. a bitch, everybody know that shit walk him down with this Mac 11 , fuckin' hit his lip ' stupid bitch done broke my heart again I just beg her, she don't win, never trust a fuckin' hoe That's why I don't let 'em in bitch They say I say the same shit in my songs That bitch gon' get passed up, if she ain't wearin' thongs I don't give a f*ck about these rapping , shit, I'm doin' it Woke up one day, started singin' all this goofy shit Roxzies in my body, mix it up, with the perc juice She doin' magic tricks up on the dick, I made her skirt loose Internet shootin' type of bitch, she just gon' hurt you Smash your fuckin' head up on the road, see how this curve do Rolls Royce, Cullinan, swerve off, let my brothers in I think I just let fucking worse , and them troubles in Fully automatic RPG, ain't no recovery Pillowcase on his neck, choke him out, we smother him Bitch, stop actin' fuckin' hard, you ain't no Shiestanem Chance, Billy Dawson, all them bitches, we pick fights with them If you pull up while we fuckin' shoot, you lose your life with them Tellin' yo ass right now, that ain't what you wanna do, bitch