Oowoo – Baby Smoove

Franchise
Franchise, Franchise

I swear to God, I ain’t never need a bitch, she needed me
He a rookie, nigga sipped a line and he went so sleep
I just rolled up a BackWood ’bout the size of me
I get 10 a show, but I think I’ma raise the fee
Charter PJ’s boy you can’t afford Delta
Bitch I’m high as hell, why the fuck you wanna wrestle?
Codeine got my heart so to be you ain’t special
Niggas sittin’ around broke; No hustle, no effort

I be high as hell, fuck yo bitch boy I might as well
We buy so much jewelry with the gang its like Show-&-Tell
Hold her throat, then I gotta grab her mouth cause she like to yell
Pull up late night, you know we servin’ like Taco Bell
When they stopped makin’ Akorn, you know that shit hurt me
I been sippin’ Wokhardt, niggas know I’m never thirsty
I promise every label in the game tried to sign me
I’m holdin’ up an F then a C, shit you tell me

Throw bitch fits, he all with’ us that’s a misfit
He was talkin’ real good till lil’ buddy met the switch-switch
He had a gun pointed, got to blowin’, he ain’t shoot shit
That shit on Instagram gon’ have y’all niggas on a news clip
I tote that bitch, she don’t make me happy that’s what drank do
He really motivatin’, swear to God I should thank you
But you really lame, swear to God I could hate you
If I go and stand on these hunnid’s I’d be 10’2

Countin’ 400 through the counter, that shit took a minute
When you see that Lamb’ in my hood just know Baby in it
I’m comin’ bust’ Patek and a plain when I stack a ticket
I got hoe’s beggin’ me for sex, she be beatin’ bitches

Meech

I got hoe’s beg-