Smack lyrics

by

Kanye West


(Intro)
These streets a cold game. 05 f*ck 'em, man I ain't gon' lie, motherf*ckas done got real cold out here this season man, 2014 it seem like everything all bad

(Hook)
n*ggas get smacked with the Glock
And I won't f*cking stop
I said
n*ggas getting smacked with that Glock!
And I won't f*cking stop
I said
n*ggas getting smacked with that Glock
And I won't f*cking stop
I said
n*ggas getting smacked with that Glock
And I won't f*cking stop

(Verse 1)
All I know is hard struggle, off the muscle, talking sh*t
Working jobs, no family, n*ggas thought I burnt the b*tch
I damn near killed a n*gga, Around the year 2010
n*ggas be playing cause I'm skinny and I'm a short n*gga
I'll murder you in court n*gga, I love being a dark n*gga
Goth n*gga I be hitting licks, solo, by myself
No guns, no masks, all pain, red eyes
Dead stares with the snake eyes, stop f*cking with them fake guys
Yeah n*gga, no smile, you n*ggas ain't f*cking thugs n*gga
Taking pictures like a f*cking faggot, death to all you closet rappers
Hit you with that K faster, you be hating on Lil B?
You probably are a f*cking faggot, death to all you closet rappers
n*ggas out here helping me? Real n*gga, I gotta deal with it
Facin' 30 I did that, keep it real I ain't no jail n*gga
I'm two star whippin' cocaine
All white like mescaline is
pus*y n*ggas get the business, none of my cars is f*cking rented
Young n*gga flexing Reggie Miller, young n*gga flexing Ty Lawson
n*ggas die and nobody care, Imma flex cause I'm so gorgeous
Knowing Lil B ain't easy, but I keep my head up
Death to all you f*ckboys, Imma keep stacking my bread up
(Outro)
05 f*ck 'em, mixtape, I ain't tryna go hard on n*ggas but, its Lil B man I do me, I love the world though, I said I love you but f*ck these suckas
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