Smellin it

My pockets like a graveyard, with all them dead presidents' in
Motherfucker askin' who's he, I think it's pretty evident
Player in the game, nah bitch, yeah I'm runnin' it
Motherfucker talkin' so much shit, yeah I'm smellin' it

I got a fuckin' bag, like I'm pullin' out a Walgreens
Pair of black bottoms, I ain't talkin' bout my ass jeans
Runnin' circles round these motherfuckers, bitch I'm like an athlete
Pull up with a fuckin' belt, these opps, gon get the ass beat

Actin' like he all that, he want smoke, we pelt him
Me take a L, hell nah bitch, it's too seldom
Drive by his house, turn his ass to a skeleton
Heat in my pocket, you know I'ma melt him

Said he hot shit, burn his house down with propane
Talkin' all that shit, but won't fight, man you so lame
Tryin' to be the big G, yeah tell him stay in his lane
Bitch said I'm broke, just dropped eight, all on one chain

Spin your block, no Beyblade, but bitch I'm bout to let it rip
He said he don't swing that way, but why he bouncin' on my dick
Up the choppa, let it singin', yeah he pissin' when he hear the click
Up the choppa and go boom, boom, boom, and pop him like a zip

Talkin' so much that he wash his ass with some fluoride
Hoppin' on the bus, hell nah bitch, yeah that's your ride
Chillin' with my niggas in the sand, sippin' mai thais
Leave your ass stuck up in a chair, like you might guy

When this shit get started, bitch be ready, ain't no time out
Yeah I dropped like eight, but just you wait, till this nine out
Ten toes down, stand my ground, bitch this my house
Talkin' shit up on the internet, I'ma fly out

This stick will leave your ass up in the dirt, but I ain't talkin' nature
Blow up then I dip, call that shit Osama, see you later
Caught him dissin', I pulled up, he folded like a piece of paper
Sent him up to heaven, like he took a fuckin' escalator

My pockets like a graveyard with all them dead presidents
Motherfucker askin' who's he, I think it's pretty evident
Player in the game, nah bitch, yeah I'm runnin it
Motherfucker's talkin' so much shit, yeah I'm smellin it

I got a fuckin' bag, like I'm pullin' out a Walgreens
Pair of black bottoms, I ain't talkin' bout my ass
Runin circles, round these motherfuckers, bitch I'm like an athlete
Pull up with the fuckin' belt these opps gon get they ass beat