Fukkit Smithy
[Intro]
(Critical alert)
Hah, huh, hah (Yah), huh
Hah (Uh), huh, hah (Yah, yah)
[Verse 1]
They playin' snake, wet the terf like paintballs
Y'all could really get cut 'cause the flow like chainsaws
Droppin' hot like naplam
And these industry plants get in quick but don't stay long
Meanwhile, got the underground like, "Where he came from?"
Why ain't nobody say some?
[Chorus]
Rap politics and it's all just business
Could suck my dick if you think something different
I f..cked yo' bitch but ain't say that I hid it
Gettin' too high to bring you on this mission
Body shield fit 'cause the sounds by Smithy
Kept it a hunnid while makin' two-fifty
It's DJ Fukk Cock, y'all just envy
Too many deaths to show all y'all pity
[Verse 2]
Beat gone soft till the blue pill hittin'
Moment I rap then it's hand-out ribbons
Get so many hand-outs that y'all bitten
Stuck with leftovers, it must be delicious
I got me a hoe, she came with a throat
I'm gettin' this bread, they ain't got a loaf
You rippin' off heads if it's friends or a foe
I don't know who to trust so my hand on my pole
She strip on the low?
You tellin' me secrets you want me to know
I think there's a lot of you actin' for show
These rap niggas love to tell stories 'bout the tales that they make up at home
My whole life on the go, they ain't know what I know
Got my keys in the bag, I just need me the door
Got my foot in the game and my dick in her slow
Keep on checkin' on me like the microwave though
2014, I was workin' on lyrics
5 years later, I'm pushin' out milli's
No pro skater, just grind like you kickin'
The time bomb waitin' to blow up, keeps tickin'
I did the art now it's time for the riches
I don't feel bad that I burned down bridges
Hear me just fine, this is all my connection
End of this year, I might cop me a necklace
[Chorus]
Rap politics and it's all just business
Could suck my dick if you think something different
I f..cked yo' bitch but ain't say that I hid it
Gettin' too high to bring you on this mission
Body shield fit 'cause the sounds by Smithy
Kept it a hunnid while makin' two-fifty
It's DJ Fukk Cock, y'all just envy
Too many deaths to show all y'all pity (I'm sure all y'all pity)
