SMOKIN! freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(Yung Rari)
Aye
Aye, big bags
Aye, twist it up mane (Aye, aye, aye)
Keep a lil' somethin' for yourself, aye
Aye, we don't do them silver spoons (Nah-nah)
Aye, keep that over there
(Trust me we don't want that)
Aye, aye

[Verse]
Aye, shoulda worn my other shirt just to flash in this b*tch
She gone back in this b*tch
Purple Raptors jersey, I throwback in this b*tch
Scuba diving wrist, deeper than the krakens n' sh*t
Talking seven-year itch, got them diamonds out the ditch
Got designer from what's-her-name? Can't evеn say that sh*t
Got some pus*y from what's-her-name? Don't еven know that b*tch
Pour they bullets through the Carlton, head back to the Ritz
A thousand miles, Vanessa Carlton, the foreign do the splits
I just sold that boy Dayquil, told him it was Tris
Now he rolling off a fake pill, looking like a lick
How he singing just like Faith Hill, want feds on his di*k
Broke his promise to the gang, now he dead to the clique
Imagine this, imagine that, imagine it
Long ass chopper, I be draggin' it
Shannon, Marc Ecko, I be taggin' it
Hop up out a bumblebee, Transformer it
Ain't no silver spoons but we always rich
From a handheld to the home like Nintendo Switch
I got Rodney Mullen fits how I'm known to flip
Super out of date, looking like a LaserDisc
I pull up with a laser thang, make the plasma drip
Got a plug in Indiana, look like Freddie Gibbs
BBY pull up to the city, MTV Cribs
BBY pull up to your city, get some smoke in