Smino – 24-8

Lyrics 24-8 – Smino

I’m f**kin good at this s**t dawg
For real for real..
See, some times I wanna go slow
Hit my potna up like dawg it’s something wrong
Pulled up on me like cool it out bro
Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke it out bro

20 inches wen passin
Run da globe in my khakis
For da cash go Cassius
I’m da clay
Tryna break mold
Took baby too Alaska
Snowflakes in her lashes
I been prayin for dat p**sy
Holy box Alabaster

I parked on Parker road
I took da route das hella scenic
Bare my heart on all dese songs
And leave my soul all onna speakers
You my type
You mavis beacon
You keep da libra even
Kuz da parts of me
That I can’t see
That you can read
Be needed

Some times I wanna go slow
Hit my potna up like dawg it’s something wrong
Pulled up on me like cool it out bro
Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke it out bro
Wenty-four seven, I’m gettin’ my dough
Twenty-four eight, ’bout feelin’ like Kob’

I use my blunt light
To guide me thru da dark nights
Bat man coupe ridin to da stu
My potna poe da dark sprite
Methazine
He Told me he wan see me in magazine
F**k dese n**gas thought da goat in here wit me
Not hearing me

Diamond sing like Warren G
But don’t get it twisted
We tarot up
B**ch check yo energy
Make me pull yo card
Ain’t in yo stars
Yo w**re was scoping me
I do not be invested
In all da extra
Unless it’s extra cheese
N**ga jus be investing
In all my n**gas treat it like da leagues
I don’t not jus be textin
Dese goofy h*es
No Disney channel plz
B**ches a crop da message
And make it seem
Like dey wadnt after me
Tryna f**k up my essence
‘Cause she know lil’ boo in magazines
F**k

Album: Luv 4 Rent
Produced by Phoelix
Smino | 2022