In My Feelings – Baby Smoove

(Sometimes these hoes be scary I’m like what you want from me)
(Aye, neighborhood)

Why would I stop with drank? I think it’s my only friend
I hit that button right before I start it every time I’m in it
She want me, I want a plug them pints that never ever end
No cap I keep a bad one with me just like my FN
This bitch want my heart but it’s too late
I’m in love with the drank
I’m so high, bitch, but if you blow it
Block you in your face
I get high off codeine but I really love the taste
I got Mexiko all on my beats I know you hear the bass
I drive my SRT like I ain’t got no sense I’m a Nascar racer
I don’t fuck with groupies I hate bitches who just clout chase
I’m taking my trash out the window
Neighborhood, at my neighbors
Rich rolling with a stack of blues crippin’ with the takers

Sometime these hoes be scary I’m like what you want from me
Your last nigga was a bitch
I know he a wannabe
I can’t show you none my feelings I done had them turn on me
I get high and in my feelings cause no body heard from me

She ask me why I drive so fast? I’m like “that’s why I bought the car”
I get high outta space ship, Pluto, maybe Mars
I’m so high in a spaceship
Can’t crash off the bar
I’m in the bed countin’ hundreds
She like “baby why you hard?”
They got my nigga locked up for a tip
I bet we beat it though
I know I’m that nigga
So I like me some conceited hoes
Got plenty guns but I’ll still use the ones from videos
I heard you niggas out returning clothes after the video
You can call me an addict
I don’t care I’m in my mansion
I’m young, rich, and havin’
These niggas talk like faggots
You don’t make enough to do these drugs stop cappin’
It ain’t no big deal we gon’ pop up where they relaxin

Franchise shit
It ain’t no big deal we gon’ (fa fa) where they relaxin’
(PLUGG!)