Smooth
Man
We out here
Tryna be smooth
Freshly shaved skin
This ain't a WhittyWavs beat
But you know my man Whitty out here recording this shit though
It's hard out here
Baby ass
To be real smooth with it
Smooth
Is how I like to hit it
I might pass it to my bro and let him pipe the kitten
I'm getting loose, might be slurring words
I can still work my magic, just come and observe
Blue, is how we leave these bitches
Can't be fuckin' with you if you not with the badness
It's just the truth
And yeah, it might just hurt
How that ass going to swallow up a whole G-string
I walk with a limp, yeah it's just a G thing
Breaded up the chicken, and I licked the bones clean
Beat the pussy up, like Muhammad Ali
Okay, I'm fresh
Fresher than success
Straight out the pool, all Michael no Phelps
Jordan was the best, but now it's Lebron
Busting out reps to the tune of the song
Lurking Waka had me searching
For the right time to do wrong on purpose
Smoking hell of a weed, at 15 I purchased
People try to hate, but since then ain't heard it
Dick on steady
Nuts on heavy
Walk up in this shit, where the head
Bitch I'm ready
No, I'm not Freddy
But I keep the Ruger
Yeah I dropped the K, still got a gun to shoot ya
Like the movie "Looper"
Coming from the future
Surgical when I cut
So you going to need a suture
Only book I ever read is the Kamasutra
Yeah
Yeah
Tryna work with Pouya, tryna work with Jack
Harlow be the kid who put my city on the map
Shoutout to Tiller, RIP Mac
I might put My Morning Jacket on a track
You all be smoking crack
I be smoking gas
Ricky Bobby with the shits
You ain't first, then you last
When I pull up with the bag
Please don't ask no questions
I think I'm Michael Thomas way I'm catching these blessings
God damn, how the bass so fat
When I step up in the booth, I got a plan of attack
I put my heart up in the music like I'm singing some jazz
And if they don't like the sound La'Tray bring the beat back
Because
Smooth
Is how I like to hit it
I might pass it to my bro and let him pipe the kitten
I get loose, might be slurring words
I can still work my magic, just come and observe
Blue, is how we leave the bitches
Can't be fuckin' with you if you not with the badness
It's just the truth
And yeah, it might just hurt
Who dat who dat
Where my Erykah Badu at
I'm looking for a soul child like you gave 3-stacks
I mean that, so bring that
Fine looking ass back
Singing while I smack that
Like
Like
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
I'm out of control, I'm losing my mind
The 502 come up finally run up in the house tonight
All my peoples been knowing that my rhymes is tight
I find a mic, defining what I'm on tonight
My mind is right, like diamonds shine
Define the vibe, to get it where I fit in
Yeah the spot is live
I shuck and jive
I fuck they wives
And your bitch looking sweet like a pumpkin pie
The crowd is here, the fear is gone
So you all go ahead and sing it
Like you know the song
Smooth
Is how I like to hit it
I might pass it to my bro and let him pipe the kitten
I'm getting loose, might be slurring words
I can still work my magic, just come and observe
Blue, is how we leave the bitches
Can't be fuckin' with you if you not with the badness
It's just the truth
And yeah, it might just hurt
We out here
Tryna be smooth
Freshly shaved skin
This ain't a WhittyWavs beat
But you know my man Whitty out here recording this shit though
It's hard out here
Baby ass
To be real smooth with it
Smooth
Is how I like to hit it
I might pass it to my bro and let him pipe the kitten
I'm getting loose, might be slurring words
I can still work my magic, just come and observe
Blue, is how we leave these bitches
Can't be fuckin' with you if you not with the badness
It's just the truth
And yeah, it might just hurt
How that ass going to swallow up a whole G-string
I walk with a limp, yeah it's just a G thing
Breaded up the chicken, and I licked the bones clean
Beat the pussy up, like Muhammad Ali
Okay, I'm fresh
Fresher than success
Straight out the pool, all Michael no Phelps
Jordan was the best, but now it's Lebron
Busting out reps to the tune of the song
Lurking Waka had me searching
For the right time to do wrong on purpose
Smoking hell of a weed, at 15 I purchased
People try to hate, but since then ain't heard it
Dick on steady
Nuts on heavy
Walk up in this shit, where the head
Bitch I'm ready
No, I'm not Freddy
But I keep the Ruger
Yeah I dropped the K, still got a gun to shoot ya
Like the movie "Looper"
Coming from the future
Surgical when I cut
So you going to need a suture
Only book I ever read is the Kamasutra
Yeah
Yeah
Tryna work with Pouya, tryna work with Jack
Harlow be the kid who put my city on the map
Shoutout to Tiller, RIP Mac
I might put My Morning Jacket on a track
You all be smoking crack
I be smoking gas
Ricky Bobby with the shits
You ain't first, then you last
When I pull up with the bag
Please don't ask no questions
I think I'm Michael Thomas way I'm catching these blessings
God damn, how the bass so fat
When I step up in the booth, I got a plan of attack
I put my heart up in the music like I'm singing some jazz
And if they don't like the sound La'Tray bring the beat back
Because
Smooth
Is how I like to hit it
I might pass it to my bro and let him pipe the kitten
I get loose, might be slurring words
I can still work my magic, just come and observe
Blue, is how we leave the bitches
Can't be fuckin' with you if you not with the badness
It's just the truth
And yeah, it might just hurt
Who dat who dat
Where my Erykah Badu at
I'm looking for a soul child like you gave 3-stacks
I mean that, so bring that
Fine looking ass back
Singing while I smack that
Like
Like
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
I'm out of control, I'm losing my mind
The 502 come up finally run up in the house tonight
All my peoples been knowing that my rhymes is tight
I find a mic, defining what I'm on tonight
My mind is right, like diamonds shine
Define the vibe, to get it where I fit in
Yeah the spot is live
I shuck and jive
I fuck they wives
And your bitch looking sweet like a pumpkin pie
The crowd is here, the fear is gone
So you all go ahead and sing it
Like you know the song
Smooth
Is how I like to hit it
I might pass it to my bro and let him pipe the kitten
I'm getting loose, might be slurring words
I can still work my magic, just come and observe
Blue, is how we leave the bitches
Can't be fuckin' with you if you not with the badness
It's just the truth
And yeah, it might just hurt
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Writer(s): Chase Grimes
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