Smithy

By Fukkit

On Smithy

Released on April 20, 2019

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[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 napalm

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 fucked 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 them 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 tales 'bout the stories 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 fucked 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)