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Young H the Great - Smacked Out Lyrics



Young H the Great - Smacked Out Lyrics




I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good

Shoot it Ginobli would
Y'all ain't even college good
Me I sell all kinda goods
Everyday I gotta joog

Finesse with the best
Baby I don't sell drugs
Them bitches sell themselves
Yeah I'm rapping like the plug

I'll wrap a nigga up, u should never press ya luck
Won't get my hands dirty still f*ck a nigga up

Pistol hanging by my nuts
Case a pussy grow some nuts
And wanna touch
Oh I'm a clutch
Then up it up I'm trained to bust

I do my stuff, I never rush
I would get a nigga dust
50 bodies in month
Boy my region f*cked up

Say that we done lucked up and ready get some rap bucks
Funny I'm still with the shits like my stomach backed up

Trying make some dope cuts
Stead I'm cutting dope up
Percs I'm selling got em nodding
Hit my line I'm gone come

I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good

I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good

Sliding the spot got the whistle and it's cocked
Ready post n play the block even tho the shit hot
All the time we hear shots and that a nigga got popped
Free all the real niggas, we ain't f*cking with the ops

Still its Rest In Peace to Drop
Swear I miss my cuz a lot
Free Turk, free Love, free Ooh
The whole Top

Just left off the block and my niggas got shot
Mike Wax bounced back
E n Smedge got locked

It's nothing but some time
Yeah a couple tick tocs
Free my youngin Mack mane and the young boy Roc

Everyday the shit hot
Ain't no way the shit stops
Trying come up on some bands
Selling Diddy no Ciroc

Who tryna cop, like f*ck the cops
They want us out, or n a box, for that money and respect You get power from a glock

Every hour on the clock
Fiends coming thru the spot
And guess who right behind em
Trying serve em, what u got?!

In a smacked out whip riding slow thru the neighborhood
Neighbors hear the speakers knocking they already know what's good

Riding like a soldier would, shoot a bitch like Kobe would
Shooters out n every hood bitch everywhere I go I'm good

I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good

I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good
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I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good

Shoot it Ginobli would
Y'all ain't even college good
Me I sell all kinda goods
Everyday I gotta joog

Finesse with the best
Baby I don't sell drugs
Them bitches sell themselves
Yeah I'm rapping like the plug

I'll wrap a nigga up, u should never press ya luck
Won't get my hands dirty still f*ck a nigga up

Pistol hanging by my nuts
Case a pussy grow some nuts
And wanna touch
Oh I'm a clutch
Then up it up I'm trained to bust

I do my stuff, I never rush
I would get a nigga dust
50 bodies in month
Boy my region f*cked up

Say that we done lucked up and ready get some rap bucks
Funny I'm still with the shits like my stomach backed up

Trying make some dope cuts
Stead I'm cutting dope up
Percs I'm selling got em nodding
Hit my line I'm gone come

I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good

I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good

Sliding the spot got the whistle and it's cocked
Ready post n play the block even tho the shit hot
All the time we hear shots and that a nigga got popped
Free all the real niggas, we ain't f*cking with the ops

Still its Rest In Peace to Drop
Swear I miss my cuz a lot
Free Turk, free Love, free Ooh
The whole Top

Just left off the block and my niggas got shot
Mike Wax bounced back
E n Smedge got locked

It's nothing but some time
Yeah a couple tick tocs
Free my youngin Mack mane and the young boy Roc

Everyday the shit hot
Ain't no way the shit stops
Trying come up on some bands
Selling Diddy no Ciroc

Who tryna cop, like f*ck the cops
They want us out, or n a box, for that money and respect You get power from a glock

Every hour on the clock
Fiends coming thru the spot
And guess who right behind em
Trying serve em, what u got?!

In a smacked out whip riding slow thru the neighborhood
Neighbors hear the speakers knocking they already know what's good

Riding like a soldier would, shoot a bitch like Kobe would
Shooters out n every hood bitch everywhere I go I'm good

I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good

I'm n a smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Smacked out whip riding slow thru ya neighborhood
Windows roll down bitch u already know what's good
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Writer: Howard Stevens
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Performed By: Young H the Great
Length: 3:39
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