SMOKING/DRINKING lyrics

[Part I: SMOKING]

[Intro]
HEAL
HEAL

[Verse 1]
Everybody want it all the time, okay?
Please don't hit me, you are not my slime, okay?
Ain’t really with the grime, no way
Taint my vision with my mind, okay
Yes, sir, .11 in my dresser
A stressor could make me less a jester
And make me more a clown, tore it down
That b*tch dropped my blunt in my drink
And I'm sure I tore that whore on the sink

[Verse 2]
Yeah, more c*nts than a college, more pus*y than a vet
Forefront of the knowledge that will lead us to our death
Breath on my neck, just a sec, n*gga
Heck wit'cha, wreck figures
You is a success, lick a bet, n*gga
Do not fret, grip a TEC
Bigger head, bigger bullets
Chucking lead, I leave him full it
When I pull it, chopping up his bangs I make a mullet
His esophagus is coughing ’cause he talking through his gullet
[Verse 3]
I'm a dark mon, dark mon
I'm a dark mon
Carton with your face on it, race sonic
Darkie had to face chronic 'til he far gone
Big gas like argon
All these mother f*ckers suck, they tend to get the art wrong, spark bong
Hit a milky rip, she got silky lips, she a filthy b*tch (Twerk, twerk, twerk)
I got nasty raps and I'm blasting caps at you bast*rd hats (Work, work, work)
Shirt white like dust, and my pipe don't rust
In this life, you should trust that it hurt, hurt
Shirt tan like crust and my pipe won't bust
Think I drank too much, it don't work work
Yeah, shirt yellow like puss, Earnie better not fuss
Or I’ll buss at his cousin named Burt, Burt
Shirt red like lust, no feds, no busting me for my drugs
That work, wor—

[Part II: DRINKING]

[Intro]
(Ahh)
I hear, uh, n*gga talkin’
Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, shh
Pistol poppin' (Pistol poppin’)
Yeah-uh, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Momma, I been drinking, sorry
Commas dwindling
And I been thinking, hardly (Ahh)
I been getting older
Sleeping on the floor and sh*t has set in colder

[Verse 1]
Go eat a fungus, b*tch
Schedule one, swallow a humongous risk (Yeah)
Tisk, father would be p*ssed (p*ssed)
f*ck you, b*tches, I wish you knew what you missed (Missed)
Bliss, I ain't b*tching no mo' (No mo')
All these n*ggas switching, ditching all you mo mos (Mo mos)
Yo’ Glock di*k spit at n*ggas, homo
I shoot b*tches, pus*y yelling "Oh no" (Oh no)
Slow-mo when I'm walking
n*gga wanna run up, I let him and then I rock him, sock 'em
Robot, n*gga tryna rob, he got no pot
So, what? Han Solo aiming but he know not
Greedo, shoot him in his speedo
Faggot, bi n*gga 'cause I keep a second ratchet (Ratchet)
Bye, n*gga, throw the fade but can you catch it? (Catch it?)
High wit'cha but only if you can match it (Match it)
Snatch it if it laying around
f*ck Mrs. **** lay in the ground (Oh)
Your speaker playing my sound
I'm talking at you while I smile like a clown
[Chorus]
Momma, I been drinking, sorry
Commas dwindling
And I been thinking, hardly (Ahh)
I been getting older
Sleeping on the floor and sh*t has set in colder

[Verse 2]
(Spin) Like a revolver
n*gga wanna problem I got it, (Uh) yeah
Walking proper, (Yuh) yeah
Pop a copper, yeah, uh
A slop hopper
I'm only here for the head hoes, yeah
Top dropper, top dropper, top dropper
I'm here to hide from the feds bros