Smack Down Lyrics

Coming in here you need a pat down

Niggas hear pe pe in the background

Thirty rounds mag will knock your hat down

Niggas caught need to put that crack down

Feds ain't playing they trying to crack down

Slamming down white it looks like smack down

Nigga I'm warlord I don't have to back down

They ask where I'm from I tell 'em it's E town

Selling by the ounce we copping out the weed pound

Really got hands you will catch a beat down

Paulie a chef he's cooking beef now

Shooting real sticks I had to put that wii down

Shit got cold I got my heat now

Use to wear cotton a nigga in fleece now

Fucked her good I turn her into a freak now

Smiling real hard while I'm bussing cheeks down

Shooting up the club talking about it's skeet now

When I'm sober warlord is beast now

Boy is fruity he needs to put the peach down

All out war I'm pulling my piece now

Sliding of dawg why he's trying preach now

She sucking me good she something like a leech now

I got your bitch I'm walking her on a leash now

My money talk I don't need to speak now