Smackers Lyrics – Kodak Black from “Back For Everything” album is the latest English song. Smackers Lyrics are written by London on da Track & Kodak Black while the song is produced by London on da Track.
Smackers Song Details:
| Song: | Smackers |
| Album: | Back For Everything |
| Singer: | Kodak Black |
| Produced by: | London on da Track |
| Lyrics: | London on da Track & Kodak Black |
Smackers Lyrics
(Got my beat from London)
Glee
Record label with no smackers, rap group with no rappers
I could get a nigga scratched
Call me daddy, she a bastard, come here baby, I’m yo’ dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don’t ever tax
Spend this shit and get it back
I don’t like none of you rappers, snipe a nigga, how ’bout that?
Hunits fallin’ out my ass put a nigga on they back
Project baby with no Similac, in the Caddy, but I never lack
My lil nigga, he gon’ handle that, I could get a nigga walked
Fuck that hoe, she a nat-nat
I could get a nigga kidnapped, I could get a nigga snatched
(Got my beat from London)
I can do it by mysеlf, I go do it by myself
You won’t do it by yo’ self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain’t nun to go to jail, it ain’t nun to gеt you killed
Ice on my neck when it melt, eat me up baby, right there
Fuck that lil hoe, she a heffer
Come here baby, you special
Put that nigga on a stretcher, put that nigga on a shirt
It ain’t nun to get you murked, hit a nigga where it hurt
Water on me like I burp, .40 on me, I be icy
Water on me, now she like me
I went to jail, you ain’t write me
Check on your boy for the Nike
Check on yo’ boy, this for [?], I’m in the club with them gunners
That ain’t my opp, he’s a [?]
Nigga say I shot his momma
I hit the stoe with a fitted cap, I hit yo’ hoe with no Jimmy mack
Don’t drop that song, you ain’t livin’ that
I got your cubicals, get it back
Nigga ain’t gettin’ back shit
I played the cross like I’m Chris
Kodak the boss, yeah bitch
KTB, kill that boy, cutthroat
Walk in my room, it’s a gun show
And I get high off the gun smoke, high off the meth
Better off fakin’ yo’ death than fakin’ with me
You say you a steeper, then step
Record label full of gangstas, only vultures at the table
Bitch I’ma eat
You hit out the car with a Draco
Finesser, I’m makin’ you pay for it, bitch get on feet
I had to [?], last time I snipe [?], bodies be cheap
Kodak the one with the vision, I got my clique in position
They listen to me, got all kinda movement
I keep shooters for my shooters, in case them niggas wanna beef
Got two mansions, one on the beach
Two Bentleys, nun’ of them of them leased
Two Benz’s, [?] and Jeep
Who said they fuckin’ with me?
The money been comin’ with keys
I got a vault in the attic, I done went frosted the Patek
You can’t even see the Philippe