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Shit S-M-O-B
Smob
it
V-Town in bitch
Ton

I'm in some shit
Got some from another click
On that ass tryin' to run me off the cliff
should I do, where should I go, how could I fake 'em?
Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em' 'em
Call up B on the phone, all ''cause I be in a little
bit of trouble, a fruithead out here tryin' to turn kinfolk
a vegetable
But I'm smebbin' high performance Dodge
They in a Buick

Meet me at the fo'
Got the sit real low
I'm on the with the fo' fo'
slow
What ridin'
I'm aiming for engine block
And when they stop I'm closin' down on shop
Suga baby done fucked up
Won't you in the cut
While I bust and buck on nuts
Fuck mercy on a nigga to take mine
shit with the click'll happen every time

Heard some
fully auto chops
Sound like they come from around my corner my knot spot
be folks they done fucked around and went to war
I know the sound my nigga B's fo' fo'
On the scene say a nigga got peeled back
A Skylark wrapped my neighbor's Cadillac
A pretty sight but a nigga can't say that
Hot ones echo the ghetto (through the getto Bitch!)

Hot ones through the ghetto
(No gat too black sent hot to the back)
Hot ones echo through the
(Ridin' lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot ones echo through the
(But if points is fired niggaz better duck)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Hollow hot ones dipped in garlic)

I'm in the
in the cut
It's the glock goin' buck buck
I'm damn whats up
I had glock that fit the script
Some of that high shit
''cause all I was smoking out them tricks
Hot ones echo the ghetto lit
This way that-a way I split them fiend's wigs
They had me up
on my click
We the frowns on those punk ass bitches

See your nigga be's a
inside
7-4 malibu the do dirt crew
they wanna do
I shootin' for the stars
or homes
I'm from the town bodies face down
I'm tryin' to stay real 'cause they will
Put you in the cross, fuck around you halled off
I got moss with the these in a major way
Down and dirty to my day

Gotta watch riff raffs
Hittin on you when you niggaz
Wanna slap my
Might as well have ass niggaz
Hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets
Bush comin' sheriff better duck that ass in the bathtub
Dope track late night should be poppin' bein off the hook
See if they stay fienden' foamin' at the better feed them rook
Niggaz better be just like jell-o shit be goin'
through metal, and stucco hot ones echo through the ghetto

Hot ones echo the ghetto
(No gat too black sent hot to the back)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(Ridin' shotgun loose hot ones)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is fired better duck)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(Hollow point hot ones in garlic)

Hot ones echo the ghetto
Hot ones echo the ghetto
Hot ones echo through the
(Where they echo at where echo at nigga?)
Hot ones echo through the
(B-Legit, you up in this bitch me nigga)
(Fa boy)
(C-L-I-C-K while...)
Shit is
Better a trey-eight, quit the bullshit
Better be out
Better on the floor if you wanna survive
Better know those hot ones
I said you better know about hot ones
You better know those hot ones
'cause' no names when they fly