[Verse: Baby Smoove]
I feel like Superman, she off Percs, she gon' bite me
I think I'm Baby Smoove, not 2020, 2019
I put a lot of lean in my cream soda, it taste like ice cream
I made a quarter mil' this week, you was at home playin' MyTeam
I don't got no feelings, sike, naw, I do a lil' bit
I told her ass she give me an M, she can get a kiss
Throwin' bullets at some pussy n***as, I'll never miss
That shit taste like my toothpaste, I can't drink Tris
Fifty with a switch, when I come, you better hit the floor
Soon as you think a n***a done, here come fifty more
Been donе shot you in your wrist soon as you tried to use your pole
Elеven hundred for my hoodie, swear to God I bought eleven more
I could put you on, I can make you rich
I can get you killed, I can send a— yeah
The millions comin' in, shit, now I'm feelin' rich
It ain't nowhere that I can go, everybody want a pic
I eat wagyu steak, she can get filet
Them n***as broke as hell, have his man set the play
I got head in Florence, that shit feel amazing
How you know she fuckin' everybody and that don't make you angry?
Your BM don't like you, she wish that was my baby
Forty pairs of Amiris, each one twelve-eighty
I eat lamb chops, she feed me dessert like a baby
And I'm ridin' around with my dirty chopper, it do favors
[Outro: Baby Smoove]
And I'm ridin' around in a new Bimmer
And my new bitch, she gon' do whatever
Fran', Franchise, Franchise