Top Songs By AMU Henry Smalls
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Wills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GLVCK
Producer
DJ RdottyBoom
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Grah
What? Henry Smalls!
Baow
Big 3OA AMUEDGY
Free Shadow
Like
Pop a perky on the island
N---- you not on hots you need to stop walin
Fellin' high off opps I'm bout to spazz out
Sippin' too much wock I'm bout to Crash out
AHHHHH!
Empty out the magazine
Yeah I'm way too lit that's why they mad at me
I've been way too high but I won't crash the v
Smokin' all this pack in the back seat
Yeah, but this s--- ain't nun 2 me
N----- can't be tough I got the gun on me
Opps they catch me lackin' but they run from me
Honestly that s--- ain't very fun to me
Okay, don't run
Got the Knocka on me, now you're done
Brodie keep clickin' till he empties the
I said Brodie keep clickin' till he empties the gun
Bad lil b---- told her to shake that s---
I'll do you good that then quake that s---
Hold up be careful, don't break that s---
Oh she wanna s--k me, come take this d--k
I'm on hots, bumpin' nonstop
Yeah I been buggin' and smokin' on rah
That's a lot, in the spot
Might f--- around and mix Yellow with Dot
Big OGK and I put that on Ewok
N----- dissin' my deads and they be shot
B---- I'ma hop out and shoot from the treetops
I break my broom and then smoke on some G-Pop
Might switch it up and then smoke on some Mdot
But that ain't the only n----- caught a leg shot
FNO Fresh was cryin, never bent blocks
Carlos, Leo, Landon, that's a dead shot
Can't think of the day that Carlos is a dead opp
That's what he gets if he calls me a sped opp
And that n---- move look caught a headshot
But now it's like he never seen a red dot
Talkin' on bro, now it's lit when I see you
Lil pause, man this glock gon' eat you
Look, I'm tryna spin with this he-hou
Look, I gotta stay with this Nina
Don't get yo heat up
Carlos, be careful, don't get beat up
Yo bro, tell the opps I can't meet up
Tote Betsy and Nina but I might try a Gina
Like in the club, I ain't doin' enough
So, I'll be a fool with the Rum
Thinking bout getting lil drunk
But also bout smokin' some blunts
Where the opps at, I'm tryna dump
But, I'm in yo b---- in her rump
Too much, I might get numb
I could never be dissed by Sherman Klump
Like in the club, I ain't doing enough
So, I'll be a fool with the Rum
Thinking bout getting lil drunk
But also bout smokin' some blunts
She really nasty, where is she from
If she an opp, I got my gun
Word to the bros, you a bum
You caught me lackin' then started to run
Okay d---, I think I was a little too disrespectful
Never mind, s--- was fire
I'm about to get back to the chill s---
(Fellin' high off opps I'm bout to spazz out)
(Crash out)
Ahh
Empty out the magazine
Yeah I'm way too lit that's why they mad at me
I've been way too high but I won't crash the v
Smokin all this pack in the back seat
Yeah
But this s--- ain't nun 2 me
N----- can't be tough I got the gun on me
Opps they catch me lackin' but they run from me
Honestly that s--- ain't very fun to me
That's that oxy, that's that d--- sprite
Sippin' Wock, Sippin' Wock
Sippin' Wock, Sippin' Wock
Sippin' Wock, Sippin' Wock
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmmhmmm
I'm out
Uhh
Baow
Writer(s): Evan Wills
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