Blowing Smoke Freestyle

[Intro]
Can you turn me up? Turn me up a lil bit
Yeah, like that
Haha
Yeah

[Hook]
Backwoods by the pack, blowing smoke (smoke)
Taf in all black like a ghost (ghost)
When we on your block, do the most (most)
Drink Henny when I make a toast (toast)
No, I do not hang with those folks dawg;
I never switched on my side
X5 when I go for a ride
That’s why your girl wanna slide; I let her ride

[Verse 1]
SZN on SZN, I slime with the drip
When I touch down, please watch yo bitch (please watch yo)
Gassing my weed up, burnt right with the Bic
Danny treat it like 2K, he shoot with the stick
When I’m sipping codeine, bitch I’m leaning; not sick
I got ice on the chain, let it drip to the wrist
No I do not play fair when it comes to this shit
It’s a lot going on, I’m not rushing it
I could never trust your girl, I’m not wifing it
See me with your bitch, yeah I'm piping it
Credit card dick, how I get to swiping it
That’s rich, real rich like my bitch
Call me canine, how I fetch me a stick
My life is movie, could fade you a clip
When I’m taking shots, pose for the pic
Sound Ting man, I stay with the clique - Literally
Gucci durag, bitch it’s from Italy
Taking shots, yeah-- none of them hitting me
Fuck all my enemies, fuck all the sympathy
Bitch ain’t no ending me, been on a killing spree
Back in this bitch like I’m ready to park
Been in the lead while they still on they marks
Top left, that's on my heart
Who needs a key when I push to start?
They been playing with me lately
They been ducking, playing safety
If I get upset, imma check him like a tally;
Mark down all the bodies for me please
Just fucked your bitch in my Gucci slides; She
Told me you wanna be like me; why pree?
Stay ahead of the curve like I’m chasing my degree
Issa war outside; got a Mac, not a laptop
With some high grades inna knapsack

[Verse 2]
Pussy boy, lock chat
Like geesh, 'cause I’m really out in these streets
Trips out to Ochi for business, I don’t go to beach
I don’t need me a tan, got ya bitch off a xan
I’ve been the man, you niggas some stans
Yet I’m the one they can’t stand
Low key, your bitch been a fan
I never fall under pressure when the shit hit the fan
Imma back my words like a back net swerve
It’s a lot on my table, all my dogs getting served
All my niggas gotta eat like a Thanksgiving feast
From the belly & the beast, selling work like a geek
Got ya freak in my sheets, imma dip-set
Treat her like a dog; in the field, imma top vet
R-I-P in the pussy like a casket
Hit it from the back, way back like it’s past tense
Danny blasting at you, fuck a fist fight
Keep a strap on me just like I'm a dyke
Grabba with the weed, that’s a long flight
Cook up the work just like it’s rice
I'm at yo head, just like some lice
Bitch, what’s the price?
Run it up; double six, playing dice
My flow mean, some might say that it’s nice
Her pussy torch, man I had to hit twice

[Verse 3]
Talking down, get you up with this pipe
Freddy Krueger how I slang me the knife
Watch ya tone, better talk to me nice
'Cause niggas snitching, they been creepin' like mice
I'm focused on me 'cause I’m living my life
Tony the Tiger, I got me my stripes
Never sober, so you know I feel nice
I bun a spliff, link your gyal every night
Custom-made; when I fuck, it's still tight
These backwoods got my head feeling light
Free smoke, you can catch me outside
Whippin' the brick like a birdie, you heard me
That pussy got bar’d off the mo'fuckin' early
Six thirty, I'm in it...

Backwoods by the pack, blowing smoke