Skone - Pa** lyrics

Yo Yeah Do you want to have a little talk? Do you even know who you're talking to? I don't know It ain't Blake Yo... Walking down the hall without a motherf**ing hall pa** Finna meet a b**h without a voice you know she all a** Lay her in the tall gra** for the snakes that want that salt pack While I chief up on my loud pack y'all smoking on that ball sack Now hold up, slow down, man give me a second The Percocet kicked in & all my friends are in heaven I smoke with the reverend made deal with the devil Too poor for the bezel but still too young for the rental So it's f** that for the love tap I'm above that like a nun's dad For the rum had I'm a scumbag to the people I sold dub sack If you don't like it b**h, you can swallow a thumb tack If I can do better then why your girl saying bump that I'm from trap of the poverty stricken homes on the corner My O.G's up in jail finna be home come October Leave me alone when I'm not sober Wake me up when the movies over Gotta re-up fore the mood get slower Gotta meet plug for the roof get lower Yo Yeah..yuh Make sure your left nostril clear The Xan & the Lean got a young Native moving slowmo Shout out Wise Uzumaki got the sake Loko & a boat load of rocky destined for my nose bone So scon my nose blown till the mission solo I'm losing all my motherf**ing friends to the dope game & all them mothers they was f**ing fiends to the c**aine Still sniffing propane straight from the boat train I am but a no name they shoot it up with no shame These haters jocking so lame but I'm Blizzeh till my d**h But the truth is they soft never did a line off a desk Think I'm lying for a rep but I'm dying for a check I got rhymes for the set but these bars for my head Movado on my wrist ay bravado for my b**h But I ain't got no b**h she just here to swallow kids Hold up, let me borrow Syd for the night of Halloween I promise script for lonely brave enough to follow him