Trap Factory Smog

I got trap factory smog in my lungs Smoking in the morgue That is fun I'm a ride alone You better run I was in the class going dumb Hot Cheeto my name like I'm Chester I said fuck you And then I gave that boy gestures I don't got no ex but I'm looking for the treasure I'm big as hell Yeah she asked me if she could measure Okay pause though I ball like Rondo I'm at your Grandma crib Hold up It's a condo I don't give no fuck Unless it involve me spitting bars though I know that little boy He gone go and drop that bar soap Yeah I'm so tee'd up I feel like I'm hitting par though Come and find me little fuck boy You know that I'm like Waldo Yeah she bust it from the window Then she move to the wall though Yeah we go to the mall though Just so we can ball bro I don't answer no calls bro Right like Miranda I'm not talking no Cosgrove And y'all can't even fuck with my bars though Fuck with me that's hard though Fuck with me that's hard though Tomorrow's Food Today Pull up at our show Tomorrow's Food Today Pull up at our show Trap factory smog make my lungs hurt Buying all this fucking drip Make my funds hurt And that's cool I made it back And she oh I'm a need that I'm in the stu We double down pat Double down pat that rat that Woah I don't like Snapchat But I like pack so I just cool I don't want scat pack I don't want track track Yeah yeah yeah that's cool You know me Young Z I'm a go act like mother fucking fool I feel like Handy Manny When I go carry a tool Boy you want beef I know a mother fucker that can go moo Boy you want treat I know a mother fucker that can go roof Parakeet I'm a take that little boy to the zoo I got trap factory smog in my lungs In my lungs In my lungs Trap factory smog in my lungs Trap factory smog in my lungs Trap factory smog in my lungs Trap factory smog in my lungs