[Verse: Baby Smoove]
I'm so quick to call a play, they been done threw you off the backboard
If I up my price now, they give me exactly what I ask for
Take the jersey off your back, you ain't with the gang no more
She gave me head for some hours, I'm like, "Damn, I know your neck sore"
Soon as I wake up, I hit the blunt and put my chain on
Soon as I wake up, I hit the cut and put my rings on
I can show you how to make like twenty mil' off eight songs
Ain't no S on my chest, it's an F with this Bape on
Everybody know if you run up, I'll make you fall back
I been rich for some years, ain't seen you n***as with the ball yet
I heard n***as goin' broke, I swear to God I could'vе called that
I don't respect no n***a tеllin', that shit over, you a whole rat
N***a think it's sweet, they gon' spin until they get him
You gotta make that shit count, you can't hit nobody innocent
Chopper back a n***a down, get in that paint, then we finish him
You the type to go around tellin' n***as that we killin' it
I don't wanna hit your blunt, swear to God you can face that
Right there with my zipper be exactly where her face at
You the type of n***a tryna pinch at your man's sack
Every bullet in here hit a n***a like a ho back
Hundred-twenty, all fifties, it look good than a bitch
I only got this Glock 'cause it's good with the switch
You want me on a song, twenty thousand for a hit
This cup dark as fuck, like three hundred every sip