Lil B - Smack lyrics

(Intro) These streets a cold game. 05 f** 'em, man I ain't gon' lie, motherf**as done got real cold out here this season man, 2014 it seem like everything all bad (Hook) n***as get smacked with the Glock And I won't f**ing stop I said n***as getting smacked with that Glock! And I won't f**ing stop I said n***as getting smacked with that Glock And I won't f**ing stop I said n***as getting smacked with that Glock And I won't f**ing stop (Verse 1) All I know is hard struggle, off the muscle, talking sh** Working jobs, no family, n***as thought I burnt the b**h I damn near k**ed a n***a, Around the year 2010 n***as be playing cause I'm skinny and I'm a short n***a I'll murder you in court n***a, I love being a dark n***a Goth n***a I be hitting licks, solo, by myself No guns, no masks, all pain, red eyes Dead stares with the snake eyes, stop f**ing with them fake guys Yeah n***a, no smile, you n***as ain't f**ing thugs n***a Taking pictures like a f**ing f*ggot, d**h to all you closet rappers Hit you with that K faster, you be hating on Lil B? You probably are a f**ing f*ggot, d**h to all you closet rappers n***as out here helping me? Real n***a, I gotta deal with it Facin' 30 I did that, keep it real I ain't no jail n***a I'm two star whippin' c**aine All white like mescaline is p**y n***as get the business, none of my cars is f**ing rented Young n***a flexing Reggie Miller, young n***a flexing Ty Lawson n***as die and nobody care, Imma flex cause I'm so gorgeous Knowing Lil B ain't easy, but I keep my head up d**h to all you f**boys, Imma keep stacking my bread up (Outro) 05 f** 'em, mixtape, I ain't tryna go hard on n***as but, its Lil B man I do me, I love the world though, I said I love you but f** these s**as