Planet Asia - Smut Movie lyrics

Ft. TzariZM & Tristate (Verse) I'm barefisted, clutchin' the rap like it's a loaded pistol Smackin' bu*ter out yo brawl like one of my b**hes Larger than life, long as my dick, corner pocket proof stick Keep a tool on the hip The notable boss, allegorical notable thoughts Had you drippin' soda water from the portable dots Mend ya n***a, now her ride a kit fenderbender Steel shimmer with four ? of rain type glimmer Slick with the ruler, Brian Papa jr. Koogar, with bad shots flyin' out my rooga I'm the dope man, dope man, shufflin' wet Hard white crystal chips like you f**in' with meth Amphetamine, squeeze, matter gettin' creamy In severed jeans turn nightmare into betta jeans sponsored links Pirouettes look the king, york bring force like The millionaire marchin' thru yo team force (Hook) Supreme stitch from the dynasty, swept out my oracle Flat as the animal within the make-up of mankind This ain't yo ordinary manual This annual gladiator demonstrations For n***as that can't rhyme disturb us Bottom of the barrel, you've been logged 0% of the song So no purpose, no tricks I'm in the mix with the nerves and the service, my man It's touring the globe and murdering verses (Verse 2) We from the bungalo's The cla**es from where the back is gulfed For no reason, you got the gun on you Tumatone has stopped dealin' dope, but down on the ropes Haunted by the post-traumatic stress of being broke Closest to padre and seein' the kid go Open ya eyes to the greeze that spoke Why ya got a whole hate in yo muscles? Maybe it's the B I G D A D D Y gold plate on my knuckles 88' state of mind, grind, Mabel my uncle In my section 8, dog food Hologram rappers I walk thru Flashin' off the 3-8 fast, I'm livin' life to the fullest B-DAy bash all seasons, smell what I'm cookin' Betta yet, get sum' to dump in yo face befo' you start weezin' Might just hit a break leg I think quick Marker the thinker house, that's what you call a separate bank account Not a soul can know Soul control is on a whole 'nother no n***a that's bolts, a dope fiend's ovadose Smut movie music kinked up goofie you in the glean gut Three dimensionals hoppin' outta hoopties (Hook) Supreme stitch from the dynasty, swept out my oracle Flat as the animal within the make-up of mankind This ain't yo ordinary manual This annual gladiator demonstrations For n***as that can't rhyme disturb us Bottom of the barrel, you've been logged 0% of the song So no purpose, no tricks I'm in the mix with the nerves and the service, my man It's touring the globe and murdering verses