[Verse 1:]
They be like “Smooth”, I’m like “Yea that’s me”
Same ol’ nigga from hundred an three (yea)
Ain’t nuttin changed but d shoes on ma feet
An d way dat I flow when I’m cruisin d beat
Wake dem niggas up cause I know they asleep
Yo bitch be flippin I know she a freak
I don’t wanna fuck if I know I can beat em
Sippin on d lace so I’m fallin asleep (ha!)
Same nigga, same zip code
Still ain’t no thug but a nigga tryna tip round
Cause every gangs you got niggas gettin chip mode
So I jus went an got a bitch strapped from ma bigelow
Ni-niggas ain’t even gon’ get close (no!)
So I jus stay shaded like d windows
Ni-nigga had to switch up d whip
An nobody get a stash spot jus to hold a extra clip (ha)
They like “Smooth why you do it to em?” (do what)
I’m like I ain’t do shit but I can if they want me to prove it to em (bitch)
Gotta live a butt a bullshit but that don’t mean no young nigga cannot stay wid a full clip
[Coro]
[Verse 2:]
Look I’ll stay on chill shit, next year me a melt it
Got verses like Bibles, I thank God I’m gifted (thank God)
Kush by the acre, I wake her an bake her
She licked it, I twist it tornado, yea (yea)
4 in ma whip I put 4 in ma drink
If it’s 4 in the clip I put 4 where you think?! (yea)
Fuckin these hoes they don’t sleep, I sell dreams (no)
Shows overseas I get money that’s not green (whatev)
I been, around d world (literally)
Tried out a hundred flows (lyrically)
Ran through a hundred hoes (physically)
Some friends turn into foes (enemies)
Ha!
[Coro]
[Verse 3:]
Look, alot a niggas lame an I swear to God
Claim to be real but they really fraud (fraud)
Shit don’t seem even man these niggas out (fuck it)
I jus keep ma distance an get on ma job
Look, oh what you mad cause I’m stylin on ya?
Got a New York bitch an I’m from California
D homie copped a foreign but he really d owner
An I’m really from d hood, d homies are roun d corner
Ugh, fly nigga do fly shit, wit d same niggas I get high wit
Dem d same niggas I ride wit
Same niggas I fight wit
Prob’ly d same niggas that I die wit (fa real)
To keep dis shit G ma nigga I’m jus tryna get ma paper up
Countin paper till ma fingers get paper cuts
D gunshots had to wake em up (brah, brah, brah)
Different niggas no mistakin us (nah)
What’s happening, nigga? But you can’t hang wid us (nah)
They feel some type a way I’m gettin rich on em
But I don’t give a fuck cause you a bitch homie
Like fuck a fake friend, they’ll switch on me (switch on me)
An neva trust a bitch that’ll snitch on me
[Coro]
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