Smokin' lo - Sha Hef

My positions been in-scripted in a stone tablet

Boss crafted from a lone fabric

A known savage in my habitat

Stay where the chicken and the cabbage at

Smoking back to back like I got cataracts

the pressure, dope color Uncle Fester

Stash the cheddar and Beretta in your mother dresser

I took the bitch and I caressed her, felt the texture

Took her mind and I inject her with my crooked lectures

Pop 'em like a percocet when I squirt the Tec

Bend his earth to get the perfect plex

You niggas worthless, I’m Curt Hennig, Mr. Perfect

Broke bitches never fuck with 'em, I been allergic

My weed is louder than a hemmy though

I’m off a gallon of that Remy

Machete on, quick to let that semi go

And smokin' Lo, I’m still quick with the jabs

Served your father when he was hitting that bag

Said I sold too many O’s to be a hoes savior

Word to blood, smokin' Lo Fraizer

Got no love for a bitch, see my heart is like a froze glacier

Told you before, smokin' Lo Fraizer

I got a neck full of gold, cut a nigga with Ramone’s razor

You know the name, smokin' Lo Fraizer

They ain’t seen a nigga like me since Jesus in a cold manger

What’s my name, smokin' Lo Fraizer

Local nigga but the coke is Bolivian

I smoke my lungs out to oblivion

While jet skiing through the waters off the shore in the Carribean

The slim bitch the color cinnamon

You see I only touch the finest breeze

Some fiji water, smoke the finest trees

Purple labeled denim in designer V’s

I hit it once than I decline the fee’s

This bitch was necking me so long I swear to god I couldn’t find her knees

I take your bitch and I stroke her, roll up a fifty of oprah

That’s to the face, I’m a habitual smoker

Got a bitch to blow a line of that coca

And now she love me like sosa

Wrap it up then put it back in the chocha

Need a bitch that’s 'bout her money like Oprah

And stack the chips like it’s poker

Stash the holster underneath the roper

Stash the diesel underneath the sofa

In case the foes rush, don’t go nuts

Just roll some more dope up

Said I sold too many O’s to be a hoes savior

Word to blood, smokin' Lo Fraizer

Got no love for a bitch, see my heart is like a froze glacier

Told you before, smokin' Lo Fraizer

I got a neck full of gold, cut a nigga with Ramone’s razor

You know the name, smokin' Lo Fraizer

They ain’t seen a nigga like me since Jesus in a cold manger

What’s my name, smokin' Lo Fraizer