JOSH SMITH Lyrics

I just popped two tens, a half a bar, and po'ed some quagen up

And the blue chew peel and fucked two bitches, I can't make this up

Had to kick em out wasn't cooking breakfast, they gon' stay for what

Them hoes think I'ma take em on a spree, they smoking angel dust

Ain't ducking reck from none of the opps, this just a chill day

Give em chance to hang out with they family, think they real safe

Tomorrow pull up, hop out with a Yop, make his rib break

I don't give a fuck about them kids, this a field day

Never aiming for his young boy, but we gon' hit his top

I been thinking bout stopping the violence, but my niggas not

Real shit, them boys think that they Draco, if he die, he die

Take one of mines, I'm never telling Doe to let me out

Niggas better act accordingly, or niggas gon' get plugged

All that smoke up on a net, Gone make me come knock out your lungs

So many sticks around the gang, I'm changing my last name to Chung

Niggas thought I was the Joker, how we doing this for fun

Know I'm not Pooh Shiesty, but I get that shit in blood

Ain't no crime I can't beat, I'ma get that shit expunged

Don't know shit about track and field, this 40, make em run

I was quiet, quarantine, now my niggas back outside

Packed all out like sardines, we got the Cholos in the ride

Don't give a fuck, I catch a stain, it's not like we using these pods

Doggy must be Josh Smith, by the way, reppin five

Doggy must be Josh Smith, by the way, reppin five

Doggy must be Josh Smith, by the way, reppin

Every nigga in my gang throwing foes up

You like Day Day Cousin, you don't know nothing

Niggas swear I sparked the beef up, I fucked his old woman

Let him run with that, I suppose cousin

Ain't never walk down, ain't never step

He not hard, he play with death

Stump on shit, he baby step

For Christmas, got a brand new tec

It's a murder, leave him stretch

Camp out, we gon' sleep his ass