​​stogie!

[Intro]
Wakey-wakey, it's time for school
C'mon, wake up, it's time for school
C'mon man, ay you ready for school?

[Verse 1]
G-G-Glowing blowing gas, I look like I'm a super nebula
All black XL hood over my face, that executioner
All my bitches rollin' 3.5s and pray to Lucifer
Anyone who try me, hit 'em with the soul extinguisher
101 packs in the backseat, man, I can't stop, don't stop for the police
Ain't nobody know me, OG, OZ, I'm smokin' that slowly low key Broly
Really want the smoke unholy, bend your bitch on backwards Yogi
I spin shit like Steve Aoki, 3.5 up in a stogie
I-I-I stay lookin' for a reason I can leave 'em all dead
He really wanna come and try me, pussy see who's still left
I-I-I just tell him "Fuck you too", I say that shit with my chest
How it feel to look back at me, know you looking at death
All black whip, I just recline, I grip the .9 and air it out
I be dead silent when I creep behind, ain't no one hear a sound
I be bench pressin' pounds, 100 blunts to the lungs
I got full metal rounds if he acting hella dumb

[Verse 2]
Okay, like soul extinguisher, I shut your whole existence up
And I don't see no competition, just a pussy tryna stunt
I'm droppin' fragrance in functions 'cause we faced 100 blunts
And all these rappers make me sick, lil' bitch, I feel like throwing up
Blunt upon my lip, I got the grip up in my right hand
When I'm off the shit, you see me walkin' like a dead man
Make so many racks, I need a thousand rubber band stacked
Pussy wanna try me, I locate and then advance that
Okay, my bad, b-b-bet you didn't know that I would go and get this bag
Now my pockets hella fat and you keep hatin', boy, it's sad
Bitch, I push it to the max so I can keep 'em looking mad
And I know they hella pussy, see them aiming at my back
Catch the pulse and head straight to it, bitch, I'm quick to throw my fist
Up in my dungeon, I've been cookin', whip until I break my wrist
Boy, you got no rizz, I do not know what it is
I just know that you a bitch, everything about you mid

[Verse 3]
Hit his temple, have contusions, leave his body in the mix
Rigor mortis in effect, your finances hella stiff
Eyes up on me everywhere like they do not know what it is
D-Dracula, I'm sippin' bloody red inside my whip
In my mentions, hoping I get offended
Get my pension, wounds that I never mended
I feel offensive, blade 'em and get him blended
I'm hella pensive, grippin' my tool, suspended
Nothing less than expected, you getting hit then ascended
Location gettin' detected, don't fuck with them, I reject it
Bitch, I hope you get offended, I'm circumventing your presence
The motion that I resent it, is something you need to get with

[Outro]
Okay, like soul extinguisher, I shut your whole existence up
And I don't see no competition, just a pussy tryna stunt
I'm droppin' fragrance in functions 'cause we faced 100 blunts
And all these rappers make me sick, lil' bitch, I feel like throwing up