lirik lagu heist187 – smoke up
[verse 1: heist187]
pushin’ on blocks and they don’t stop
fee in call say what the f-ck to hood-pop
i think about if i walked up to the gas stop
picked up a cig, yeah, that’s from the transpot
c.y called p, ’bout to k!ll some sh-t
talked a few tracks, homie head to the crib
[sorry moms?], i be h-lla fit
[sh-ggy?] what it do, tryna be relevant? boy, for this kind of sh-t i’m heavy sent
for a second focus on a few of lands, backin’ up some work, packed up on a few grams
think about the future scan upon the parts to pick a plan, borgeus
now i’m the person tryna be a man, rollin’ up a blunt i give you low for the gas
what you wanna work? straight learn for the cash, leave him in the dirt, f-ck his b-tch then i p-ssed
losing on yo’, yo’ can’t tell any grams
[hook]
he stained a lil’ boy for the pack, it ain’t nothing
time p-ssy, come back like we’re sat, now that’s something
if he testin’, i ain’t stressing, got the weapon, n-gga, run it, yuh
b-tch, i run it, yuh
b-tch, i run it
b-tch, i run it
[verse 2: zotiyac]
if he caught slippin’ he slumpin’, my gun is too dirty, i shouldn’t be dumpin’
i’m too with the sh-ts, but that don’t mean i’m dumpin’
i p-ss in the streets, but in cl-ss i be flunkin’
f-ck it, don’t get this sh-t misconstrued, that b-tch is a tool, and yo’ miss can get screwed
beatin’ yo’ witness, if i miss then i’m screw, only take hits with the spliff for the deuce
i’m the sickest, fl!ck the cig, and i flew
strip yo’ miss, and say she missin’ me too
i’ve been dippin’ so she missin’ me too
walk through her wall, sick, to say that i’m through
just a jit, i’m too legit what i do
another slit, my f-ckin’ wrist gon’ be blue
jump a cliff and suck a d-ck, if you prove
trippin’ we gon’ clip, don’t give a f-ck who
a victim isn’t sh-t, get stomped by my shoes
rip him with the stick, it stuck em’ like glue
b-tch i’m drippin’, get the f-ck out my face
187 if you touch my plate
1 on 7 all of you can get 8
‘fore i shoot em’, make sure i say my brace
no nasty n-gga, but i fancy, my ways
no belt, just to hoof to the hold it in place
’cause i be walkin’ like the pimp in the place
if yo’ hoe smart, she would stay in her place
i broke it in shook, solo hands getting shaped, but the back of my hand wanna meet up his face, ha, ha
[verse 1: slowed down]
on blocks and they don’t stop
fee in call say what the f-ck to hood-pop
i think about if i walked up to the gas stop
picked up a cig-cig, from the transpot
c.y called p, ’bout to k!ll some sh-t
talked a few tracks, homie head to the crib
[sorry moms?], i be h-lla fit
[sh-ggy?] what it do, tryna be relevant? boy, for this kind of sh-t i’m heavy sent
for a second focus on a few of lands, backin’ up some work, packed up on a few grams
think about the future scan upon the parts to pick a plan, borgeus
now i’m the person tryna be a man, rollin’ up a blunt i give you low for the gas
what you wanna work? straight learn for the cash, leave him in the dirt, f-ck his b-tch then i p-ssed
losing on yo’ don’t, can’t tell any grams
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