Smoove Dude – YN Jay (feat. Louie Ray & YSR Gramz)

[YN Jay:]
(Oooh, Sav killed it)
I don’t even know what I’m finna say right now
Hmmm, hey
Okay
Hey, yeah, alright
Okay, okay, I’m feelin’ this one
Alright
Okay, yeah

Damn, I’m a smoove dude
Bitch lookin’ for me, she can’t find me, need Blue’s Clues
I’ma fuck you good, then I’ma leave, I gotta shoot moves
Okay, alright
Bitch tried to play me, I was broke, now I got some money
I ain’t picked up my phone in days, they say I’m actin’ funny
Got a goal in 27 days, I’m tryna stack 100
You the type that’s muggin’ in the club, probably mad for nothin’

[YSR Gramz:]
Shit, this lil money somethin’, I never had nothin’
I just made 87 hundred just last Sunday
This nigga pockets really fucked up, he got sad money
They got you out here doin’ petty crimes, you a crash dummy
You can’t really trust these niggas, cause they have 100
Where I come from, every gun hold 30 somethin’
You don’t even own you a car, and you 30 somethin’
Glock 27 with a 30, got him hurdle jumpin’

[Louie Ray:]
Yeah, okay, you mad for nothin’
Got a beater on under my shirt, but the tag 100
80 for the eighthy by itself, but the bag 100
I be hitin’ every bitch raw, got them mad for nothin’
He took your chain, and your? You got a Mac for nothin’
Money on me now, let me flex, I’m crackin’ somethin’
If I can get this surgery done right, I’ll pack her stomach
Nigga see our shit goin’ up, say we had it comin’

[YN Jay:]
Damn
Always stressin’ ’bout some petty shit, boy you mad for nothin’
Hoodie on, 40 in my sleeve through my jacket bussin’
When I come through, they step back, like Shaq was comin’
Break the glass, I’ma throw the oop, like Shaq was dunkin’
You do not got no fiends, your trap not jumpin’
I can’t send you my location, if you not fuckin’