"SMOKE SZN" lyrics
PACKGOD, AVGOTDRIP & Softwilly Lyrics
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
Glock with a beam keep a mo-fuckin strap boy
Broke bitches love talkin bout me at the gap boy
All black beamer ride around just like that bat boy
Smoke season bitch smoke season bitch smoke season bitch
Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason all these hits I'm taking got a mo-fucka tweaking
Smoke season bitch smoke season bitch smoke season bitch
Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason all these hits I'm taking got a mo-fucka tweaking
Soul up in my pack
I'm a reaper with a gat
Need some insulin inside my pocket that shit getting fat
I'm an F1 on the track
A technician with this mac
And I ain't ever lose my dignity to make a couple racks ah nah
Demon energy, what you telling me? I got designated boof packs for all my enemies
Slide down all they souls goin get ejected like a penalty, I got lethal weaponry it handle all intensities
Futuristic techs up on my pistol like its destiny
I pop out outta nowhere then I'm on you like a pregnancy
And sliding when you least expect that shit is just my specialty
Got to much bread up on me to be talking with the peasantry
They never meant to let me in the game I'm a descrepancy
At first that shit was sweet but now they look at me with jealousy
Remember it don't matter how pissy you bitches get at me
Now its that time of year so ya'll best start thinking defensively
Smoke season bitch smoke season bitch smoke season bitch
Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason all these hits I'm taking got a mo-fucka tweaking
Smoke season bitch smoke season bitch smoke season bitch
Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason all these hits I'm taking got a mo-fucka tweaking
Yeah now it's that time of year, to show ya guts guts and hide ya fears
So grab ya pistols grab ya glocks and get swords and take ya spears
And take that motherfucking stick and put it in the highest gear
And try yo best to find out what the fuck I'm hiding up in here
I got these
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
Glock with a beam keep a mo-fuckin strap boy
Broke bitches love talking bout me at the gap boy
All black beamer ride around just like that bat boy
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
Glock with a beam keep a mo-fuckin strap boy
Broke bitches love talkin bout me at the gap boy
All black beamer ride around just like that bat boy
Smoke season bitch smoke season bitch smoke season bitch
Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason all these hits I'm taking got a mo-fucka tweaking
Smoke season bitch smoke season bitch smoke season bitch
Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason all these hits I'm taking got a mo-fucka tweaking
Soul up in my pack
I'm a reaper with a gat
Need some insulin inside my pocket that shit getting fat
I'm an F1 on the track
A technician with this mac
And I ain't ever lose my dignity to make a couple racks ah nah
Demon energy, what you telling me? I got designated boof packs for all my enemies
Slide down all they souls goin get ejected like a penalty, I got lethal weaponry it handle all intensities
Futuristic techs up on my pistol like its destiny
I pop out outta nowhere then I'm on you like a pregnancy
And sliding when you least expect that shit is just my specialty
Got to much bread up on me to be talking with the peasantry
They never meant to let me in the game I'm a descrepancy
At first that shit was sweet but now they look at me with jealousy
Remember it don't matter how pissy you bitches get at me
Now its that time of year so ya'll best start thinking defensively
Smoke season bitch smoke season bitch smoke season bitch
Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason all these hits I'm taking got a mo-fucka tweaking
Smoke season bitch smoke season bitch smoke season bitch
Smoke season, I can smoke a bitch and I don't need a fucking reason all these hits I'm taking got a mo-fucka tweaking
Yeah now it's that time of year, to show ya guts guts and hide ya fears
So grab ya pistols grab ya glocks and get swords and take ya spears
And take that motherfucking stick and put it in the highest gear
And try yo best to find out what the fuck I'm hiding up in here
I got these
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
All these souls in my mo-fuckin pack boy
Glock with a beam keep a mo-fuckin strap boy
Broke bitches love talking bout me at the gap boy
All black beamer ride around just like that bat boy
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
Smoke season bitch
