Yung Smokey Freestyle

[Verse 1] Big blunts only Bad bitches only Real niggas in the building Fake niggas couldn't feel it So we get high no limit Speed by drop top we winning We standing outside, we in it So real I'm so authentic Murder man just waiting on a killing I got kush for actors, Bruce Willis Kill you and your siblings You ain't getting no money, why you chillin? Your bitch ain't bad why you with her She always mad with the cock blockin' sister Roll up my weed or I will dismiss her I'm a real pimp and I never will kiss her Taken everything it's a stick up I got whatcha need from the livery to the pick up Weed got no seeds boy I'm smoking on heaven She told me I'm the one but together we are eleven House party flow we mad bring the seven Real nigga shit all dawgs got to heaven J's on my feet, got the space jam eleven Stay so fly, make room I'm landing Bad bitches only, don't ask I demand it [?] I be wilding out, flexing, styling out When I step out gotta bring the mamis out On the west cooling but I'm coming from the south Young dread head with them golds in his mouth Simmie is the nigga that I told you about Who will take your girlfriend Now his hand up her blouse