They be like “Smooth”, I’m like “Yea that’s me” Same ol’ nigga from hundred an three (yea) Ain’t nuttin changed but d shoes on ma feet An d way dat I flow when I’m cruisin d beat Wake dem niggas up cause I know they asleep Yo bitch be flippin I know she a freak I don’t wanna fuck if I know I can beat em Sippin on d lace so I’m fallin asleep (ha!) Same nigga, same zip code Still ain’t no thug but a nigga tryna tip round Cause every gangs you got niggas gettin chip mode So I jus went an got a bitch strapped from ma bigelow Ni-niggas ain’t even gon’ get close (no!) So I jus stay shaded like d windows Ni-nigga had to switch up d whip An nobody get a stash spot jus to hold a extra clip (ha) They like “Smooth why you do it to em?” (do what) I’m like I ain’t do shit but I can if they want me to prove it to em (bitch) Gotta live a butt a bullshit but that don’t mean no young nigga cannot stay wid a full clip
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Look I’ll stay on chill shit, next year me a melt it Got verses like Bibles, I thank God I’m gifted (thank God) Kush by the acre, I wake her an bake her She licked it, I twist it tornado, yea (yea) 4 in ma whip I put 4 in ma drink If it’s 4 in the clip I put 4 where you think?! (yea) Fuckin these hoes they don’t sleep, I sell dreams (no) Shows overseas I get money that’s not green (whatev) I been, around d world (literally) Tried out a hundred flows (lyrically) Ran through a hundred hoes (physically) Some friends turn into foes (enemies) Ha!
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Look, alot a niggas lame an I swear to God Claim to be real but they really fraud (fraud) Shit don’t seem even man these niggas out (fuck it) I jus keep ma distance an get on ma job Look, oh what you mad cause I’m stylin on ya? Got a New York bitch an I’m from California D homie copped a foreign but he really d owner An I’m really from d hood, d homies are roun d corner Ugh, fly nigga do fly shit, wit d same niggas I get high wit Dem d same niggas I ride wit Same niggas I fight wit Prob’ly d same niggas that I die wit (fa real) To keep dis shit G ma nigga I’m jus tryna get ma paper up Countin paper till ma fingers get paper cuts D gunshots had to wake em up (brah, brah, brah) Different niggas no mistakin us (nah) What’s happening, nigga? But you can’t hang wid us (nah) They feel some type a way I’m gettin rich on em But I don’t give a fuck cause you a bitch homie Like fuck a fake friend, they’ll switch on me (switch on me) An neva trust a bitch that’ll snitch on me