Текст песни Smokin' Loud - Spitta

I can fuck yo bo-peep, Nigga I'm da goat
Da clip hangin, Like it got a rope around it throat
I got dat clean dope dis dat Ivory Soaks
I got a plan White castle jus gotta cross da mote
I got a all green K like MountainDew,
Nd like uh QuarterBack I got uh blue 40 2
I keep da peace like I'm tryna call uh truce
I'm from Baton rouge pour my lean up in Boosie Juice
I pick yo Bishop, she kno I got da juice
Before I go out like Raheem, Ima spin like Q
Spit Guy let me eat
I told y'all I grab da rod, before I brush my teeth
Kill you wit yo rod up in yo hand nigga rest in peace
Draw down wit uh master piece, Bullets fly West to East
Bodies fall North to South, Gon need more den mouth ta mouth
Got away at da club, But I'm gon catch you at da waffle house
Spit Guy got all da bars, You niggas dry counting
I run da city wit dem cars, bitch I'm Ross Downing
She say she never heard of spitta, bitch you gotta clownin
Can turn a 12 uh 3, dont make me start counting
My bitch ain't gotta get no job, I give ha allowance
She just know she got dat bag, she can't even pronounce it
Nigga know I got dat bag, I'm just hea to announce it
I'm da punchline king, Public Service Announcement
Dis my thrown right hea, I refuse to renonounce it
She make my dick look small, Da way dat she downd it
You gon get wat you looking fa, let me know when you found it
Im retarded wit dem rods, Like da movie Accountant
It sound like he found it
You know dey say it's ova, when da fat lady sing
She sound fat ta me
But dem my shottas 3boys, im bout to do my ting
Glock wit da dick, Uh knock out a pussy Nuva ring
I got dat pack, don't give no fuck about no music stream
I got dat ice nigga, Dairy Queen Smoothie King
Just let me eat, another den dat I'm doin movie things
You smoking on dat other side, Bitch dat grass green
I'm smoking on dat 93, dis gas supreme
Watchu mean?, Dis dat loud you can smell da screen
These other rappers ain't seein me, Need uh bigger screen
I was doin a interview fa dis lil magazine
Trap phone was goin dumb, Dey shit neva ring
He uh bitch thru his shirt, i see his belly ring
I lift my shirt, You gon see glock 17
You know what time it is wit me nigga, 223 Yeah
Da clip bend, Dis bitch gotta knee
Can tape another 1 to it, and I can make it 3
SKS
ARS
FNS
Spelling bee
White and tan dope, I even got sum pink shit
I got 50 shades of grey, on sum kinky shit
Kill you and yo dude, I ain't got no picks
Like roach you fired too, on sum pinky shit