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Smack Sh*t (Explicit) - Doe Boy/Skilla Baby
Lyrics by：Skilla Baby/Cotrell Dennard/B March
Composed by：Skilla Baby/Cotrell Dennard/B March
Produced by：B March
Yee
Nah for real
Huh huh
Keep my blicky for when **** get sticky
My ***** not no pick-me fah
If she with me she don't want you
'Less she know you run your
City nah for real
If you wanna hit her hit me
See see me I'm p like diddy yee
Even if she picky she gon'
Probably pick me
***** I'm litty ***** I'm litty
Carti marni new givenchy richie
Patek presi' richard millie millie
He say he gon' kill me I pull up
With switchy oh really
See him spin 'til I'm dizzy
Pew-pew-pew then up my semi
Bah bah hit him get him bah
Oh that's them let's get busy huh yeah
Bro play with that pity he get dizzy
Tryna work that rizzy yee
Yeah I play with crizzy work my wristy
When I cook that whitney yee
If I shoot and miss him double back
Like hey guys did you miss me hey guys
Let me see an opp I get to trippin'
Spear his a*s like britney huh
We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him go get his mans get his man
I'm doe boy in that mini-van
50 cent many men oh really
I pull up and bake him with
That drakey I'm a drizzy fan huh
Hit his dome with my mitt on
I'm from michigan huh
Smack **** smackin'
Smack **** yee
Smack **** smackin' we smack **** go
Smack **** smackin' smack ****
Smack **** smackin' we smack **** bah
Smack **** smackin' smack ****
Smack **** smackin' we smack **** get it
Smack **** smackin' smack **** doe
Smack **** we smack **** doe beezy huh
I'm beezy with the switchy brrt brrt doe beezy
And that's skilla with the richie millie silly
I just wanna **** but I might lick it if
She pretty mwah come here baby
Need a million minimal for my *****
She so picky mwah come here baby
She don't want you 'less she heard
You run your city fool
Brought my glizzy to his house
First time I went met diddy no bap
With this fifty nigga I don't show no pity no bap
We got dead bodies we get busy nigga
Seriously think I'm playin'
Come through with the drac' rrah ho
Get down grrah baow-baow-baow-baow
My youngins kill on camera don't give
A **** they gon' sit down grrah
Baow-baow-baow-baow
A murder case ain't nothin' ***** my felons
Hold it down grrah baow-baow-baow-baow
Catch a rapper lackin' snatch his chain
At rolling loud oh really haha
I'm rbmg they don't trust us we be schemin'
Rubberband money gang
Had her on my list I got rich
And ****** my dream *****
Mwah come here baby
Nigga you's a snitch up the blick
And get to tweakin'
Grrah baow-baow-baow-baow
Karaoke diamonds they might bust out
Get to singin' mariah
They know I'm a star by the way them
******* twinklin'
Chopper blow his phone up 'til he
Answer keep on ringin' it grrt
Hello now it's goodbye man down
In east cleveland
Don't jump in that water boy you
Divin' in the deep end boom
Smack **** smackin' smack **** yee
Smack **** smackin' we smack **** go
Smack **** smackin' smack ****
Smack **** smackin' we smack **** bah
Smack **** smackin' smack ****
Smack **** smackin' we smack **** get it
Smack **** smackin' smack ****
Smack **** smack we smack **** bah
Every time we slide a nigga
Gon' get fapped up go
Black truck ***** back up
I don't need no backup yee
Fully on the 308 this ***** hit
Like a mack truck baow
If your a*s get snatched up yee
Please just don't point at us huh let's go
She a lease but I can't lie that *****
With the ***** go
Pink and white diamonds shrimp
And grits on my wrist oh really
Broke lil' biddy boy can't no
Shrimp hit my ***** fool
Put me on a lick the only one way
She get a kiss mwah come here baby uh
Oh really
Big oh really
Band gang brr
