REAL TRAP MUSIC, ****

THIS A CERTIFIED BANGER

2-6 shit

Big 9-1-0

Classic

Lemme talk to 'em

SmokinReef

Money? Check

Ice? Check

The way that I shine in the room and don’t take shit from ****, I’ma get my respect

The way I that I come through, walkin’ shit down, it’s inevitable I’m stepping on necks

The way that my bros check shit, one word and they just do it, spraying opps Nike tech

Come closer

**** dyin' for exposure

Ah ha, u mad 'bout a bitch that I already came over

Ain't simpin' no bitch, I can't home her (no I can't)

It's SmokinReef, the people’s fav cold stoner (you know it!)

The Wordslinger Casanova

I’m getting finer every year that I get older

No ghosts, I'm composer he wack, he mediocre

I'm gorgeous, I’m so sexy, I’ll take yo bitch in cheetah loafers

Having cyber sex with my bitch on FaceTime

She like da dreads, she said, “Bae, you got hangtime”

I'ma human drac this for all the dogs, on God, ya boy hungry, and bitch, I’ma canine

Papi celebrate the fatality with champagne wine

Can’t buss a grape in Welch’s backyard, get out da grapevine

****, it’s game time I'm ready for war at all costs, my boots is on, ain’t no need to lace mine

Money? Check

Ice? Check

The way that I shine in the room and don’t take shit from ****, I’ma get my respect

The way I that I come through, walkin’ shit down, it’s inevitable I’m stepping on necks

The way that my bros check shit, one word and they just do it, spraying opps Nike tech

Yeah

4th of July, the way that this glizzy buss (bow)

Have jubilee, how we X-men, you ain’t one of us

When it comes to this rap shit, it’s eat or be eaten, and I identify as carnivorous

Lil bra, watch yo mouth or shit can get wicked (get wicked!)

He get out his body, I'ma send him to Lilith;

Don’t ever fix yo mouth to diss SmokinReef when yo songs can’t even out peak triple digits (the fuck?)

Ten toes down by myself, one man army, I don’t mind standing alone

Because at the end of the day, whatever I do, I’m bringing money home

I don’t look for approval, these **** can’t even keep track of the bitches they bone

Even moms tote a toolie to whip bitches into shape, fuck off our base, AutoZone

LETS GO

The way that a **** be counting these bandz

Don’t need a plat, a **** execute the plans

Fuck industry ****, bitch, y'all ain’t my friends (FUCK EM!)

Catch me swerve in a ghost, no Danny Phan-tom

Money thicker than Timmy Bandsome (Damn!)

Kick my feet up in my mansion

Off wit ya head, Domain expansion

This a real **** anthem

Money? Check

Ice? Check

The way that I shine in the room and don’t take shit from ****, I’ma get my respect

The way I that I come through, walkin’ shit down, it’s inevitable I’m stepping on necks

The way that my bros check shit, one word and they just do it, spraying opps Nike tech

Woah

A **** so cold

Hated on me, now ya reap what ya sow

A **** talent so untouchable

My God, this like my 4th flow

I-I throw more fits than babies

Pull up pampered, lookin' too tea in this lemon Polo

They can’t see I’m Apollo to the game, so that’s why I act bad, I'm the star of the show

Money? Check

Ice? Check

I fled the game, they eject

Identity crisis, these rap **** Clark Kents (Damn)

Put the switch on 'em, make they face have a dent (bow, bow, bow)

My name in they mouth, I’m showin' my ass, I-I-I’m talkin' full moon, they gone need more than Crest (woah!)

Fuck training ears, go do a literacy test

I wiped out the comp, clearly I am the best!

Money? Check

I-I-Ice? Check (Woah!)

The way that I shine in the room and don’t take shit from ****, I’ma get my respect

The way I that I come through, walkin’ shit down, it’s inevitable I’m stepping on necks

The way that my bros check shit, one word and they just do it, spraying opps Nike tech

M-Money? Ch-Ch-Check (Counting these bandz)

I-I-Ice? Check

Th-Th-The way that I shine in the room and don’t take shit from ****, I’ma get my respect (Ch-Ch-Check, Bitch yall ain’t my friends!)

The way I that I come through, walkin’ shit down, it’s inevitable I-I-I’m stepping on necks (Ch-Check)

The way that my bros check shit, one word and they just d-d-do it, spraying opps Nike tech (Off with ya head, This a real **** anthem)