Lord Sko – Lungz

PIFF OUT NOW: https://lordsko.komi.io/ FOLLOW LORD SKO: Instagram:   / lordsko TikTok:    / lordsko_ YouTube:    / @thenewportlord Lyrics: Puttin smoke in my lung everyday Still puttin smoke in my lung everyday Puttin smoke in my lung everyday I can’t imagine any other way This is expertly decorated (uh) I got shooters using English as a second language (que lo que) Every Reference is ever changing & For the record there might be some blood on the money that you been gettin payed with  (take that) Some My b**ches look like Kira noir (they do) All my OGs have a feeling I was here before (uh huh) Made a living off making arenas cheer and roar Got a key and now my entire team got feet in the door I might F**k & send her home I ain’t feeding a wh*re I’ve said this all for years but y’all jus didn’t  believe me before (nah ah) Start a rumble in the jungle like Don king Developed reputations drunk and saying the wrong thing (my fault) Catch me chilling with your b**ch out in Palm Springs Might as well have a weapon in my hand when I palm the ink (doot doot doot) Nowadays I could write the sh*t and not hardly think (it’s easy) Just observe yo I Smoke blunts & saw the shrink I rock Phat farms jackets and pocket cash Clear my cache after buying sh*t off the dark cloud Sparking loud packs Earn the cash and count stacks (uh huh) Y’all can’t get in at the front but jus go around back Puttin smoke in my lung everyday Still puttin smoke in my lung everyday Puttin smoke in my lung everyday I can’t imagine any other way Might Pull an ice pick thinking that the dice tricked (Headcrack) Got Fine b**ches telling me to hit the light switch (I gotchu baby) Half the payment aggravated in these baggy jeans (uh) I wouldn’t wife her up cuz everybody’s had a piece (I wouldn’t do it) Designer drugs won’t even let my son imagine these But best believe he won’t get in no trouble for a bag of trees (go smoke up) The youngest OG in my city dawg (uh huh) No monkey business you lil homies like Diddy Kong (you lil homies) Steak and Lobster yall be at Benihanas to get a job Wonder if y’all even have got the credit to rent a car (I would doubt it) You ain’t touch a rap dollar in 6th months Your talent went to waste but least you keepin the blick tucked (grrr) Your mixtape flopped must’ve got caught up in the mix up While I be on the roof lighting spliffs and getting my d*ck sucked (cough cough) Best believe we leading different lives (we not the same) Don’t make a toast for me if you can’t look me in the eyes Deleting nude photographs off my phone tryna minimize storage And before this I had everything visualized I’m just talking my sh*t bro (uh) Just woke up on the homie couch Hold me down with some piff tho (haha)