Smoove Dude
Damnn
I'mma smoove dude
Bitch lookin' for me
She can't find me
Need blues clues
I'mma fuck ya good
Then I'mma leave
L gotta shoot moves
Ok aight
Bitch tried to play me
I was broke now I got some money
I ain't picked my phone up in days
This time I'm actin funny
Got a goal in 27 days
I'm tryna stack a hunnit
You the type that's muggin' in the club
Prolly mad for nun
Shit this lil money something
I never had nun I just made 8700
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 half a Hunnit
Where I come from
Mary get a whole 30 sum
You don't even own you a car
And you 30 sum
Glock 27 wit a 30 got it hurdle jumpin'
Yeah
Okay you mad for nothin'
Got a beater on under my shirt
But the tag a hunnit
80 for the HD by itself but the bag a 100
I be hittin' every bitch raw
Got the mags for nothin'
You took yo chain and yo
You got a mag for nothin'
Money on me now
Let me flex im cracking sum
If I can get the surgery done right
I'll pack her stomach
Niggas see how shit goin now
I say we had it comin'
Damnn
Always stressing 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'mma throw the oop
Like Shaq was dunkin'
You do not got no feinds
Yo trap not jumpin'
I can send my location
If you not fuckin'
I'mma smoove dude
Bitch lookin' for me
She can't find me
Need blues clues
I'mma fuck ya good
Then I'mma leave
L gotta shoot moves
Ok aight
Bitch tried to play me
I was broke now I got some money
I ain't picked my phone up in days
This time I'm actin funny
Got a goal in 27 days
I'm tryna stack a hunnit
You the type that's muggin' in the club
Prolly mad for nun
Shit this lil money something
I never had nun I just made 8700
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 half a Hunnit
Where I come from
Mary get a whole 30 sum
You don't even own you a car
And you 30 sum
Glock 27 wit a 30 got it hurdle jumpin'
Yeah
Okay you mad for nothin'
Got a beater on under my shirt
But the tag a hunnit
80 for the HD by itself but the bag a 100
I be hittin' every bitch raw
Got the mags for nothin'
You took yo chain and yo
You got a mag for nothin'
Money on me now
Let me flex im cracking sum
If I can get the surgery done right
I'll pack her stomach
Niggas see how shit goin now
I say we had it comin'
Damnn
Always stressing 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'mma throw the oop
Like Shaq was dunkin'
You do not got no feinds
Yo trap not jumpin'
I can send my location
If you not fuckin'
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Robinson, Orraccious Brown, Jaylein Cantrell, Jaquavis Graham
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