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lirik lagu hang – smokingskul

[verse 1: smokingskul & osamason]
d*mn, i got that chicken, gus fring
i don’t use a bat, n*gga, i ain’t steve
how you a shooter on elden ring
chop gon’ sing
what you gon’ do like king
he think he fly, n*gga, then we shoot his wings
i feel like lil wayne wit’ the bling bling (what?)
told my bro “open the backdoor,” yuh
knock off his lid, why you cap for, yuh
i keep a jake like the raptor, yuh
n*ggas be cappin, they actors, yuh (you not gang)
i’m finna bl!ck, but i ain’t gon’ tang
she gon’ blow like big bang
i’m gon skrt off in the ‘stang
you want the (n)ine or you want the ‘lang? (go)

[verse 2: osamason & 1oneam]
you want the nod, or you want the nic?
i got ten freak hoes tryna eat d*ck
i up the glock, better not flinch
cause this b*tch got a glitch
i’m in a nascar, tryna get lit
d*mn, i almost flipped that whip
i told twinem we finna get rich
i told uno go add a nеw clip
finna go walk down on a n*gga block like “this my block now,” yeah
up this b*tch, how the glock sound
7.62, n*gga nеver seen a trap round
i can make your whole gang groovy, in this b*tch tryna shoot a movie
fan ass hoe let me sign her b00bies
i can’t lose, get hit with a two piece (yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: 1oneam & okaymar]
i see the feds, n*gga i book it, yuh
that’s your pack, we took it, yuh
i’m the vet, you rookie, yuh
that boy [?] want a cookie, ha
yeah, i’m sippin’ on muddy, yuh
i want the cheese, want the money (money)
cut that b*tch, she acting funny (yuh)
wrist gon’ blind like wow (wow)
n*ggas, they copy the style
n*ggas, they pockets is foul, ay
juggin’ sh*t like ha
juggin sh*t like what (what)
gas pen light up (ha)
smoke gas light up (yuh)
talk wild, fyed up (yeah, yeah)

[verse 4: okaymar]
i’m off that mud
she wanna f*ck, stupid lil b*tch can’t get a buck
i’m off the gas, boy i’m high as f*ck
caught him at the drive*thru, he f*cked
glock on my hip and it’s stuck
with the gang, b*tch we goin’ up
goin’ up, b*tch i’m gettin’ bread
she want me cuff but that sh*t dead (it’s dead)
ride around with one in the head
i slide on that b*tch like a sled
big chops, watch where you tread
i mix the yellow with the red
with yo’ b*tch f*ckin’ in yo’ bed
these boys on the ‘gram, act like feds
see 12, then i jump the fence
glock on me, keep it for defense
said i’m broke, b*tch make no sense
said i’m broke, b*tch, are you dumb?
pockets fat, b*tch, like a thumb
that hoe finna give me gum
b*tch i’m him, b*tch i’m the one
glock on my hip, ion do no link chain
[verse 5: ohsxnta]
yuh, glock on me, no fighting
diamonds bitin like mike tyson
boy, i think my swag a virus
she wan’ f*ck on me in private
i got three hoes all up on me
now they looking like some trident
boy get folded like a wallet
b*tch, my brother like “on gang”
b*tch, my brothers like my blood
she wan’ f*ck me cause my neck
with yo’ hoe, i go balenci
then i mix it with the vet’
i ain’t squashin’ sh*t, dead it
these lil’ boys forgot my credit
blew a bag then forget it
need the green, need the lettuce, yuh, yuh

[verse 6: wildkarduno]
b*tch, i call the young n*ggas, they come get on yo’ ass, n*gga
on the eastside, you can’t come to this block if you don’t got a pass, n*gga, on gang
threaded barrel on this glock and that b*tch got a flash, n*gga (on god)
me and my patna’, n*gga, we locked in, n*gga, from the get*go
how the f*ck you say you a trap n*gga, you post at the citgo, yuh
broke ass n*gga get no plays
free santa i hope that n*gga better days
16 years old, i got f*ckin’ tased
i was f*cked up, and i got f*ckin’ saved, on gang
come to texas with the arp
got the drop, we find out where that n*gga be, yuh
come to fort worth, n*gga f*ck that tree, n*gga
and i got that 56, they said they gon’ spin on me
we got arp and you know i got the gen on me, n*gga, yuh
b*tch, f*ck n*gga (on god)

- smokingskul

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