On Smash

Verse 1: Koshir

I quick fast fuck a simple bitch and then I leave her eatin' drink ass, somewhere in the alley with Aladdin and I'm Riff Raff, just another ball me like it's drink, ran
When I fit that, I'm tryna mix it with my eat
I'm from the food off in area, I don't slip it when I pee!
To pissin' on the issue was my California dream!
My family in AK, but Montana where I pure and the other lower 47 somewhere, count G's
You fuckin' with them fiends, then nigga I got keys
They ain't got a candidate name like Cali G, boy
And she my roller girl, she can eat the holy ball and yo, I beat the cheeks until I over 'vour, why
Uh, they call me "I'm not playin'", I'm fuckin' with livin' legends, I'm urban about damn
I'm talkin' 'bout perc Dan, to watchin' the Earth spin
And nuttin' on your homeboy BM, bitch
Life ain't nothin' if it ain't free
So I'm changin' with this bitch, and it daily
50 pants, nigga on these horseshoes daily
And you can go and ask F.A.B

Hook: C. Ray

Step up in the place, know we got it on smash
Cute face, little waist and I'm prolly gon' smash
Know we keep the music to the party on blast
Just walk around the homies but you prolly won't blast
I got this ecstasy and weed and your bitch on my lap
If you're enemy or fiend, you will be on your back
From the back to the party, from the party to the back
When they see us in the spot, they know we got it on smash

Verse 2: Mistah FAB

Mars over bullshit, mars, never bullshit
Boy, I'm a star, in my car, I take full pics
If I go hard, man, hard like a moshpit
Chick suckin' dick 'til her lips get exhausted
In it, so fly, so high, I go nauseous
Enter in my city, you can die, take caution
I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin' like boss sticks
And niggas talkin' loud but I ignore all the gossip
Stickin' to the script, that's a dope air of concept
Breeze with the nonsense, you don't want conflict
Boy, I had your block, man, lookin' like Saddam hit
That shit'd be bloody, all gory like a 9 hit
Boy, I get money, I get bread, what I hustle for
But I have to bread, I got bread, but I hustle, bro
Thugs, geeks, squids, even juggalos
This is Mistah FAB and Spice, when they say I fuck with bros!

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Verse 3: Kxng Crooked

Like Mistah FAB just said, shout out to juggalos
Tech N9ne's store has bitches comin' out they underclothes
Mr. Fuck-A-Hoe, Mr. Gutta-Flow
Took the eye out my man, kept to see it double, though
Ain't no I in Kxng, this a team, look at the bandana
Out here in Missoula spittin' on my Tony Montana
Diamond, pink ring, big cigar from Savannah, and a Cali-faced bitch but her ass from Atlanta
Hold up - what's the dumb shit about?
Niggas mad I roll up, duckin' the thumbs stickin' out
Got the guns stickin' out my waist, I'm from the dump, mo' trigger finger stuck with two thumbs stickin' out
West coast gets zipped in a bodybag
Flippin' on cameras like Makaveli and Johnny Cash
And I'm thinkin' with the mentality that Bill Cosby had - fuck who I'm sleepin' on, you feel me?

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