stogie! Lyrics

Glowing blowing gas I look like I'm a super nebula

All black xl hood over my face that executioner

All my bitches rolling 3.5s and pray to lucifer

Anyone who try me hit them with the soul extinguisher

101 packs in the back seat

Man I can't stop don't stop for the police

Ain't no body know me O.G Oz

I'm smoking that slowly lowkey broly

Really want the smoke unholy

Bend your bitch on backwards yogi

I spin s**t like Steve Aoki

3.5 up in a stogie

I stay lookin for a reason I can leave them all dead

He really wanna come and try me pussy see who still left

I just tell him f**k you too I say that s**t with my chest

How it feel to look back at me know you looking at death

All black whip I just recline

I grip the nine and air it out

I be dead silent when I creep behind

Ain't no one hear a sound

I be bench pressing pounds

100 blunts to the lungs

I got full metal rounds

If he actin hella dumb

Ok like soul extinguisher I shut your whole existence off

And I don't see competition just a pussy tryna stunt

I'm dropping fragrance in functions cause we faced 100 blunts

And all these rappers make me sick lil bitch I feel like throwing up

Blunt upon my lip I got the grip up in my right hand

When I'm off the s**t I you see me walking like a dead man

Make so many racks I need a thousand rubber band stacked

Pussy wanna try me I locate and then advance that

Okay my bad

Bet you didn't know that I would go and get this bag

Now my pockets hella fat and you keep hating boy its sad

Bitch I push it to the max so I can keep them lookin mad

And I know they hella pussy see them aiming at my back

Catch the pulse and head straight too it bitch I'm quick to throw my fist

Up in my dungeon I've been cooking whip until I break my wrist

Boy you got no rizz I do not know what it is

I just know that you a bitch everything about you mid

Hit his temple have contusions leave his body in the mix

Rigor mortis in affect your finances hella stiff

Eyes up on me everywhere like they do not know what it is

Dracula I'm sipping bloody red inside my whip

In my mentions

Hoping I get offended

Get my pension

Wounds that they never mended

I feel offensive

Blade them and get them blended

I'm hella pensive

Gripping my tool suspended

Nothing less then expected

You getting hit then ascended

Location getting detected

Don't f**k with them I reject it

Bitch I hope you get offended

I'm circumventing your presence

The notion that I resent it

Is something you need too get with