Smellin it Lyrics

My pockets like a graveyard, with all them dead presidents' in

Motherfucker askin' who's he, I think it's pretty evident

Player in the game, nah bitch, yeah I'm runnin' it

Motherfucker talkin' so much shit, yeah I'm smellin' it

I got a fuckin' bag, like I'm pullin' out a Walgreens

Pair of black bottoms, I ain't talkin' bout my ass cheeks

Runnin' circles round these motherfuckers, bitch I'm like an athlete

Pull up with a fuckin' belt, these opps, gon get the ass beat

Actin' like he all that, he want smoke, we pelt him

Me take a L, hell nah bitch, it's too seldom

Drive by his house, turn his ass to a skeleton

Heat in my pocket, you know I'ma melt him

Said he hot shit, burn his house down with propane

Talkin' all that shit, but won't fight, man you so lame

Tryin' to be the big G, yeah tell him stay in his lane

Bitch said I'm broke, just dropped eight, all on one chain

Spin your block, no Beyblade, but bitch I'm bout to let it rip

He said he don't swing that way, but why he bouncin' on my dick

Up the choppa, let it singin', yeah he pissin' when he hear the click

Up the choppa and go boom, boom, boom, and pop him like a zip

Talkin' so much that he wash his ass with some fluoride

Hoppin' on the bus, hell nah bitch, yeah that's your ride

Chillin' with my niggas in the sand, sippin' mai thais

Leave your ass stuck up in a chair, like you might guy

When this shit get started, bitch be ready, ain't no time out

Yeah I dropped like eight, but just you wait, till this nine out

Ten toes down, stand my ground, bitch this my house

Talkin' shit up on the internet, I'ma fly out

This stick will leave your ass up in the dirt, but I ain't talkin' nature

Blow up then I dip, call that shit Osama, see you later

Caught him dissin', I pulled up, he folded like a piece of paper

Sent him up to heaven, like he took a fuckin' escalator

My pockets like a graveyard with all them dead presidents

Motherfucker askin' who's he, I think it's pretty evident

Player in the game, nah bitch, yeah I'm runnin it

Motherfucker's talkin' so much shit, yeah I'm smellin it

I got a fuckin' bag, like I'm pullin' out a Walgreens

Pair of black bottoms, I ain't talkin' bout my ass cheeks

Runin circles, round these motherfuckers, bitch I'm like an athlete

Pull up with the fuckin' belt these opps gon get they ass beat