[Smoke Supreme]
Bro just bought a glass pint of wock and sent it through the mail
I just poured a 4 of Hi-tech I'm movin' like a snail
I could spot a 3.5 with my eyes, don't even need a scale
Gotta have them knots stacked up in case I need a bail
I was sellin' zaza to my teachers, I could never fail
I just got your bitch in my crib, got her wet as hell
Got a QP of moonrocks I won't even sell
Hit her with the dick so good she singin' like Adele
Had to eat the pussy three times it was good as hell
But Imma keep that shit to myself, I don't kiss and tell
Shh… cause that ain't my business
Boy you worried bout what I'm doin', need to mind your business
Beat that pussy like a workout from Planet Fitness
Shawty said I look good as hell so I gave her inches
Opp was talkin' shit loud as hell so I gave him stitches
Gotta hit em with the church bell cause I'm killing snitches
I just rolled up a 3.5 I won't even pass it
Pussy talkin' bout "roll up" but won't even match it
My whole crib fancy as fuck so watch where you ashin'
Pussy boy talkin' all that shit but ain't bout that action
Heard he tryna run down on me, put him in the past tense
I just hit the… I just hit the…
I just hit the mall, blew a bag on some Gucci glasses
Finna take a trip to the beach to look at some asses
Had your bitch cummin' back to back like season passes
Bout to drop a fire ass tape that'll shock the masses
You ain't got no sauce or no drip, I could give you classes
I just need a fire ass beat so i can talk my shit
Catch a opp lackin' broad day, empty out the clip
Gotta put them rubber gloves on to load up the stick
I could call up three coke boys to come move a brick
*sniff* damn, now her nose runnin'
Gave my hoes AR-15s now them hoes gunnin'
Say the wrong words, we gon turn nothin' into somethin'
He was talking shit on twitter so I beat his ass in public
[Kasher Quon]
Just ran into my opp at the store that n***a runnin'
Fucked this bitch for a hour she said she cummin'
Like… i put it in her stomach
I heard you ain't fuck that bitch, you just be humpin'
Shot that n***a 25 times now he crumpin'
Ran into my opp at the mall, I stumped him
He was calling for security
Told that bitch I ain't normal, I'm a celebrity
And you gotta keep a pistol that's just how it be
I just made 25 hundred times three
That's 75, ran into a fan he said "that's Kasher Quon"