Off White Apparel – Baby Smoove

Boy you get so stale, I don’t know why the fuck you wear it
Bad bitches on my line, I ain’t thinking ’bout no marriage
I got stripes on my back, this is Off White apparel
Smoke exotics to the face, hell yeah they smell it
Hit her off some Percocets, got her screaming and yelling
Hell yeah I’m getting money, make a broke nigga jealous
Why you hang with that nigga, boy you know that nigga telling
Pull up big SRT, sound like my granny yelling
Got some Wockhardt now, ’bout to mix it with the red
Got a room with your bitch, damn near broke the bed
Got a room with your bitch, damn near broke her legs
No cap, this year, spent a cool hunnid bands
If he tryna hide out, drop a dub on his man
Got some pints in the freezer, I’ma take it to the head
Doing donuts in the Lamb’, shit I’m tryna blow the tran’
Had along ass day bout to pour a four of red
Shit I could’ve bought a Jag’ but I put it on his head
Pull up two cars deep, one truck and a van
High as hell laying down, spilled my cup in my bed
High as hell laying down and she ’bout to give me head