Smokey Mirrors lyrics

by

Mixtape Madness



[Intro: HunnaBagz]
Grrah, rah
Jackiee
Rah, rah, la blocka, la blocka
Senseii
La blocka, blocka
Brr, brr, rah, rah, rah
Woo, grr-grr
Grr-grr-grr-grr
Brr, ski, ski, ski
Brr, bap, bap, grr, grr

[Chorus: Ap36 & HunnaBagz]
I'm in-I'm in the 9 with drillers
Might pull up with a couple of hitters (Baow)
Man get fried like banana fritters
f*ck them boy, man, the whole ting quitters (Grrt)
First case he got bagged for (Mad)
I swear he came Mum to his shivers (Ooh)
And with certified chingers, wind down the window, smokey mirrors (Grr)
That's smokey settings (Baow, baow), left him on the high street, bro stretched him (Uh-uh)
He done tours, did a thing for his bredrin (Cuttin')
My gangster suttin' new, couldn't question (Never)
Wet him, wet him (Splash, splash), I just turnеd man water (Water)
I'm a bad boy, she can tеll from my aura (Uh)
She saw us when he got bored up (Ching, blap)
[Verse 1: Hunnabagz]
The back was enormous, spotted that ting from far, she gorgeous (Blap)
AP pulled up in a Urus (Skrrt)
True say, the gang ain't saucin' (Where? Brrah)
Me and T got dem sides, no insurance (Uh-huh)
But we ain't slidin', now, we just callin' (Splap)
If I spot one of them man there, did you know (Bap, bap) I got my hand where the tool is? (Bap, grrt)

[Verse 2: Ap36 & HunnaBagz]
Bro puts load in a couple of bags (Hmm)
Man go 'round to xabad (Grrt)
Pull up on your block, tryna show man bad (Ski, ski)
Your boy was nervous when he got grabbed (Blap, blap)
I was 2-2 with a hundred bags
I'll go nap with a couple of slabs (Blap)
Can't lie, man, the other boy is mad
Them man there still re up in cabs

[Verse 3: HunnaBagz]
Them man there still re up in Q's (On Q's, on Q's)
Two in a blue (Baow)
Yo, white B, she doin' the crew (Yes)
You're a jokeman, but she already knew (Uh-ha)
I don't wanna hear no talk 'bout pressure (Where?)
Let's stand Stokey, the man no blue
From the bando to the video shoot (Uh-ha)
Anything I said that I did it was true (Fact)
[Verse 4: Ap36]
Video shoot with the groupies
Wap on deck in the hoopty (Grrt)
Who's that yute lookin' bookey? (Who's he?)
Slide 'round there like Toosie (Sk-sk)

[Verse 5: HunnaBagz & Ap36]
Spoogie, spin 'round there like, "Who's he?"
I don't know wa ef em dookie (I don't know, blap)
I was on timin', sushi with the gangdem like everything gucci

[Chorus: Ap36 & HunnaBagz]
I'm in-I'm in the 9 with drillers
Might pull up with a couple of hitters (Baow)
Man get fried like banana fritters
f*ck them boy, man, the whole ting quitters (Grrt)
First case he got bagged for (Mad)
I swear he came Mum to his shivers (Oop)
And with certified chingers, wind down the window, smokey mirrors (Grr)
That's smokey settings (Baow, baow), left him on the high street, bro stretched him (Uh-huh)
He done tours, did a thing for his bredrin (Cuttin')
My gangster suttin' new, couldn't question (Never)
Wet him, wet him (Splash, splash), I just turned man water (Water)
I'm a bad boy, she can tell from my aura (Uh)
She saw us when he got bored up (Ching, blap)
[Verse 6: HunnaBagz]
She saw us when he got moved too
Really drillin', not only on YouTube
Grip that big .44 if I choose to
Didn't get far without two-two (Splap, splap)

[Verse 7: Ap36]
Nearly out with the big extension
Told her, "Truth, I can't wait in no patient" (No)
All the field trees hittin' my section
Them man so depressin'

[Verse 8: HunnaBagz]
Pillow talkin' to b*tches, man, n*gga, that's suttin' that you do
I took a pack to the train, choo-choo
Just to serve that on the lulu
You know that the killy dem loose screw
They can not chill if they choose to
Step on a glide, leavin' no trace
We don't f*ck with any blues clues (Blap)
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