I JUST SMOKED A BONG SO YK IM GETTING SUPER STONED

gnarly [smerk n gorskiyy]

prod. highsoulja x charger
Written & Engineered by: Praise


[Hook]
Step in da spot like I dead got no rules (rules)
That b*tch tryn f*ck leave it sticky like glue (glue)
He cant come around he is not in da crew (crew)
He cant come around n*ggas taking his loot (loot)
And dont try to play it off n*igga not cool, n*gga really just took yo jamma

(Verse):
50k on his head go blam em, p*ssy not tuff he got locked in that slamma
Balenci was f*ckin on 2 bestfriends, I got 10 onna Glock no eli manning
I knew he was g*y like sittin on Santa
The Glock Gotta beam I aint talkin no Sharan
Come to his funeral meeting his parents
Bullets Gon eat up his face no appearance


(Verse 2 ):
F*ck out da way i aint talking no clearance
B*tch tryna suck on my d*ck thats generic
I cant breathe a n*gga need air, when he got a n*gga wont dere
Screaming and yelling that n*gga like karen
Pull out da glock he start b*tchin and fearin
He pull out da glock n*gga think im gon fear him
He cloning and talking me just like a parrot
He said "he gon pull up" lil n*gga i dare it
That n*gga so broke he be shopping at clarence
Just like a deaf b*tch no i cant hear
Love when a b*tch gimme neck and she stare
You not my twin why tf would i care?  
You not even God why tf would i fear?
You didnt even grind why tf would i share?
She ask for a band hit dat b*tch wit a death stare
And shoutout Balenci be totin his gear
She hang wit da opps she get left right dere
That sh*t hella wack get ts out my ear
That b*tch tryna f*ck i put d*ck in her rear
I dont got the glock he get slapped wit a beer
That b*tch tryna f*ck she got crack in her hair

(uhhhhh, uhhhh)

[Hook]
Step in da spot like I dead got no rules (rules)
That b*tch tryn f*ck leave it sticky like glue (glue)
He cant come around he is not in da crew (crew)
He cant come around n*ggas taking his loot (loot)
And dont try to play it off n*igga not cool, n*gga really just took yo jamma
50k on his head go blam em, p*ssy not tuff he got locked in that slamma
Balenci was f*ckin on 2 bestfriends, I got 10 onna Glock no eli manning
I knew he was g*y like sittin on Santa

(I knew he was g*y he like sittin on santa)

saint

Gang (prod.Jugg)

We got choppas thought I was security

These niggas mad asf they got no maturity

Why these niggas talm bout burning me

Push up right to the plug ain’t no swervin me

I got xans In dat bag you ain’t swervin me

Smokin loud these niggas they ain’t heard of me

They ain’t even show no love what’s up

I been goin through them bucks

Get no money and it sucks

Why these Niggas they worry bout us

Dis lil shawty she ain’t earning me

Push up lil baby know I’m tryna fuck

Why these Niggas tryna sell they dirt to me

I aint smokin no pack it aint runts 

She gon drool on this shi goin dumb

Pop her like a Molly on the tongue

All these feds is worried bout a gun

Niggas smoking k2 in they lungs

We got 50 in the truck that my lil brudda 50 wit da drum

I swear to god I’m gon cash out 10 toes hit the bank and then I run

We got choppas thought I was security

These niggas mad asf they got no maturity

Why these niggas talm bout burning me

Push up right to the plug ain’t no swervin me

I got xans In dat bag you ain’t swervin me

Smokin loud these niggas they ain’t heard of me

They ain’t even show no love what’s up

I been goin through them bucks

Get no money and it sucks

Why these Niggas they worry bout us

Dis lil shawty she ain’t earning me

Push up lil baby know I’m tryna fuck

Why these Niggas tryna sell they dirt to me

I aint smokin no pack it aint runts

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