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smokingskul - autozone lyrics
[chorus]: smokingskul
i’m in the trap, in abandoned homes
i mix the louis v, with garçon
what the f_ck these n_ggas on
b_tch it’s the feds, don’t answer that phone
these n_gga’s, biting they some clones
i got glock parts, autozones
i got red, green yellow lean
cook for the junkies and the fiends
who tryn’ match out im in queens
i keep the desi by any means
i mix the arc’teryx, with the yeah
i mix the arc’teryx with the gap
this not your hood, you gon’ need a map
i hit the combine to adapt
[verse]: smokingskul
uh, yeah that n_gga dracfood
you in that jungle, then you ape food
you ain’t tryn’ givе it up [?] gon’ make you
mama said, “look where this street sh_t gonе take you” (what)
mask stay on like ayo, mask stay on like teo
all white tracksuit look like mayo
give me some sp_ce no galileo
[verse 2]: lawsy
give me my sp_ce
high as f_ck, make my heart race
bullets gon’ eat up his face
real rich drug addict, do it my way
[?] through the back roads, out the highway
kidnap, throw his ass in the van
i got the b.b belt for my pants
she think i’m hard, that’s the glock in my pants
i told him give it up, he got hit with the pan
(who the f_ck!)
i_i wake up cooking dope
i put the gun and the glock [?]
i’m finna, pistol whip him with the pole
doing coke and [?] my nose
who want smoke, man i know we on go
got a new pack and that sh_t already sold
i was thirteen f_ckin’ on hoes
i was thirteen f_ckin’ grown women
he saw the stick and that boy had to book it
i don’t need a plug, b_tch i’m finna cook it
[?] take my fake i.d [?]
i was twelve smokin’ motherf_ckin’ gas
rich drug addict, f_ck is rehab
b_tch i am too rich to go out sad
b_tch imma a scuba diver in the [?]
(who the f_ck!)
[chorus]: smokingskul
i’m in the trap, in abandoned homes
i mix the louis v, with garçon
what the f_ck these n_ggas on
b_tch it’s the feds, don’t answer that phone
these n_gga’s, biting they some clones
i got glock parts, autozones
i got red, green yellow lean
cook for the junkies and the fiends
who tryn’ match out im in queens
i keep the desi by any means
i mix the arc’teryx, with the yeah
i mix the arc’teryx with the gap
this not your hood, you gon’ need a map
i hit the combine to adapt
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