It’s Up – Baby Smoove

You know
Motherfuckin franchise, you know
Franchise player
Know how this shit go
Yeah, sleep walkin records
This what we do
Sleep walk on them bitches
Know what I’m sayin

We slide in fast cars, how the fuck is you gon run
Throw a choppa bullet at yo tongue
Pull up with a 30 clip I don’t really need no drum
You can’t get in the back, only use that for guns
I got money and some bad bitches, still don’t pay for nun
Bitch can’t get a bite, let alone a piece of gum
Big SRT truck it go vroom and it jump
Eight rooms in my house, bitch can’t move in one
I got five woods rolled and I ain’t passin one
If I sign to yo label I get 4 million plus
I got 200 on my dash, remember I was on the bus
We gon kill everybody if you touch one of us
Shit double even triple cross, I’ll kill one of us
I just talk to guap, he said line niggas up
If it’s up I send a slug, choppa knock of niggas mug
I don’t owe a nigga shit, tell em get that shit in blood
I’ll run off on my plug, but we good he showin love
Shit I just got some new AR’s just for niggas bein tough
He got hit and he fell, he thought he was bout to run
I just bought like eighty pints, I coulda went to golden sun
Every diamond that you see, VVS and VS1’s
Thinkin bought some Lamborghini’s, shit I’m bout to get me one
You can’t come around, you a [?] done
That bitch is a bucket, she be catchin all the chum
Ai with this Glock, nigga play me one on one
I pour that green out, if you drink it you a bum
I pull up, in that what the fuck I gotta get me one
I pour up have you lookin stuck and make yo mouth numb
I just bought my mom another purse it cost three singles
Old nigga take a seat, boy yo time been up
She can touch everything, but don’t touch my cup
And I promise you gon die if you try to take sum