Footing

[Intro: Smokingskul]
What? Yeah, what?

[Pre-Chorus: Smokingskul]
Glock .43, ain't using no knife
Snake my dawg even though we was tight
Thought he had Xan's, gave that nigga Mike and Ike's
I got two bitches and they look alike
Oh, you got that Glock on you? You damn right
Why my top shooter, a damn dyke?

[Chorus: Smokingskul]
I'm in that same whip Tupac in
I am not Flavor Flav, I don't clock in
I like to kick shit, I ain't knockin'
I'm off a Xan, turn to Stephen Hawking
What? Scary-ass nigga, his face in his hoodie
Yeah, Glock in my pocket, no mace in this hoodie
When I come around [?] like Buzz and Woody
OG said I need to have proper footing

[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
What? Press him, I'm off a spacebar
What? Kill the judge, now the case solved
Bitch, I'm grinding while you got days off
I go hand and hand, I don't break off
Thought he had weed, gave that nigga [?]
I could serve you like a waiter
I just jugged him, see you later
I got sticks, I could beef with Al-Qaeda

[Chorus: Smokingskul]
I'm in that same whip Tupac in
I am not Flavor Flav, I don't clock in
I like to kick shit, I ain't knockin'
I'm off a Xan, turn to Stephen Hawking
What? Scary-ass nigga, his face in his hoodie
Yeah, Glock in my pocket, no mace in this hoodie
When I come around [?] like Buzz and Woody
OG said I need to have proper footing

[Verse 2: 1030 Tuwop]
OG said I need some proper footing
These niggas sweet like some proper pudding
All of that work that I'm 'bout to put it
I put that stick in that door, I ain't put my foot in
W's up, we always winning
Going to church but I keep on sinning
Run that shit up, it's a new beginning
I cannot look at the [time?], I get to spinning
Uh, I been sippin' on that Pink Whitney
Uh, I got designer that won't fit me
Uh, keep me a gun so they can't get me
I just been posted outside with the same .50
I got that Glock and I let that shit hang with me
My stick is my gang member, it's gon' bang with me
No R&B singer, I let the chop' sing with me
That nigga mad 'cause I got his main with me
That nigga mad 'cause I got his bae with me
I got a crib but she never was staying with me
She selling pussy, I don't gotta pay, homie
He gon' get shredded like a fish fillet, homie
I am too real, fiction I can't portray, homie
I got two Europeans in the bed, homie
She want my money but she cannot lay, homie
Fuckin' that bitch, she can't stay, homie
Ballin' like the NBA, homie
Run up on me, I got K's, homie
Blue gas got me spaced, homie
I put the cops on a chase, homie
Uh, I heard you banking with Chase, homie
I need a bitch who gon' chase, homie