SPIRIT OF SMOKE

https://linktr.ee/withermane

Prod. me

LYRICS:
Smoking on dope, not running out, no
My stash is like it's infinite, hoe
Like dragons tho, breathe fire some mo'
Fuck around and you'll get cooked fasho

Welcome to the Barbeque
We servin' fuckboys, bitches and them losers too
I don't fuck with you, all talk while i said everything that needs to be said, who?
Wanna fuck with me, i've been bored some lately
Why you say that you about it and then do a 180?
I don't need no more bitches 'cause i got my one baby
Shit would get crazy, so don't try to betray me
I'm the motherfucker with all the smoke
It's the mystic dark shaman, i'm on a roll
I take time off and then come back stronger
Whoever want it, pussyboy i'm on ya

Spirit of smoke like Tomas Vrbada
I'm what they hide in the Desert, Nevada
51 Bodies, one more, that's nada
Fuck a gun bitch, i'll bludgeon and carve ya

(Shady mothafucka on the beat mane)
(Black Soul mothafucka, you a sheep mane)
(I ride in the night, you sleep mane)
(Keep your doors locked, 'cause i might creep, mane)
(The tip of my blunt, it glow)
(Feeling medieval, i might grab the bow)
(Shooting with arrows and hitting your throat)
(Keeping up with it ain't easy, no show)
(What you know 'bout the boy that's not belonging nowhere? I roam on this earth with no cause, gotta beware)
(When shit get to hittin' the fan, you gon' do what exactly?)
(Gon' die if you lackin' and try to-