Smoke Szn

All these souls in my mo-fuckin' pack boy All these souls in my mo-fuckin' pack boy All these souls in my mo-fuckin' pack boy All these souls in my mo-fuckin' pack boy (AV WITH THAT DRIP HOE) All these souls in my mothafuckin' pack boy Glock with a beam keep a mothafuckin' strap boy Broke bitches love talkin bout me at the gap boy All black beamer ride around just like that bat boy Smoke season bitch, smoke season bitch, smoke season bitch Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason All these hits I'm taking got a mothafucka' tweaking Smoke season bitch, smoke season bitch, smoke season bitch Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason All these hits I'm taking got a mothafucka' tweaking Soul up in my pack I'm a reaper with a gat Need some insulin inside my pocket that shit getting fat I'm an F1 on the track A technician with this mac And I ain't ever lose my dignity to make a couple racks ah nah Demon energy, what you telling me? I got designated boof packs for all my enemies Slide down all they souls goin get ejected like a penalty I got lethal weaponry it handle all intensities Futuristic techs up on my pistol like it's destiny I pop out outta nowhere then I'm on you like a pregnancy And sliding when you least expect that shit is just my specialty Got too much bread up on me to be talking with the peasantry They never meant to let me in the game I'm a discrepancy At first that shit was sweet but now they look at me with jealousy Remember it don't matter how pissy you bitches get at me Now it's that time of year so y'all best start thinking defensively Smoke season bitch, smoke season bitch, smoke season bitch Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason All these hits I'm taking got a mothafucka' tweaking Smoke season bitch, smoke season bitch, smoke season bitch Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason All these hits I'm taking got a mothafucka' tweaking Yeah now it's that time of year, to show ya guts and hide ya fears So grab ya pistols grab ya Glocks and get swords and take ya spears And take that motherfucking stick and put it in the highest gear And try yo best to find out what the fuck I'm hiding up in here I got these All these souls in my mothafuckin' pack boy All these souls in my mothafuckin' pack boy All these souls in my mothafuckin' pack boy All these souls in my mothafuckin' pack boy All these souls in my mothafuckin' pack boy Glock with a beam keep a mothafuckin' strap boy Broke bitches love talkin bout me at the gap boy All black beamer ride around just like that bat boy Smoke season bitch Smoke season bitch Smoke season bitch Smoke season bitch Smoke season bitch Smoke season bitch Smoke season bitch Smoke season bitch