[Lyric] Smoking a Schnooty (Yung Schnooty)

I just got my racks back from Vegas
I’m throwing up in the ride to the airport
Got that sticky lit on a day shift
I’m working but I’m really looping through this playlist

Pop a purple pill in the matrix
When you try and spit you need the hymlic
Hit that pussy up like a hymen
She stripping like her code to shine like a diamond

I was always cherry picking in the end zone
You was so dramatic you were like a F-No
When I f-off, f-up, thats just how it goes
Wonder why you never told your friends though

Now she, wondering where I’m at, suicide
And I know I’m always gonna go, bye
Yeah, I open up like suicide
And when I say goodbye like CSI

Can’t pick up no penny, got a flight to catch
I can’t ever kick it like A Tribe Called Quest
My lyrics soothe like a ear masseuse
I lay em down and my vocal’s are nude
I dress em up, my wardrobe is all over the room
Man this shit it got me stressing so I’m smoking a schnooty
Yeah this shit it got me stressing so I’m smoking a schnooty
I’m always smoking a schnooty
Bitches trippin cause she thinkin that she over Yung Schnooty

Perfect time for a great rhyme, get over yourself already
Yeah my Sephiroth is ready, so is the machete
I’m like Bear Grylls in the Chevy
My neck would rather be beheaded cause the weight is just a plenty

Yeah I can’t handle the mental cause I’m insane
And in Nevada in a limo, I ain’t get paid
But I figure when I do, I’ll come back to you
Get to the whole menu, you can have the whole tray

Maybe if it costs a dollar, at just McDonald’s
You know me, I’m a baller, keep a bitch on a collar
While I'm walkin round the yard, if she tryna do what, nah
You can’t learn from AR the fundamentals of Raw
With no w, you bet your bottom dollar tomorrow

She heard all that as blah blah blah
And I was putting hard work, into all them bars

Man this shit it got me stressing so I’m smoking a schnooty
Yeah this shit it got me stressing so I’m smoking a schnooty
I’m always smoking a schnooty
Bitches trippin cause she thinkin that she over Yung Schnooty
Ground some of them buds up and roll up a schnooty
Bong like a lava lamp, her hips do be groovy
I’m like the Bee Gees on green, yeah Stayin’ Alive
Stay high, stay outside when I’m blazing all the time

It could be any kind of guy try his questioning line
I’m up in the tree, tongue belong to feline
Selective mute, detective Schnoot on the case like I’m Adrian Monk
I keep my hands clean, yeah, while I’m blazing em up
So why you wanna play with me punk, you’re wasting my time
Call up the department for a ladder, there could be a fire

Sure, life’s a beech but it could be a princess
Let’s all lose the lottery and let you win this
Ya little fish school, see that don’t make sense to the seagull that swoops
Ya, I’m searching for food, I’m so hungry on the boardwalk, Kohr Bros seems decent to scoop

Peace I’m Yung Schnoot