Smore

If we bump into the opps it ain't shit to talk about
In a fast car dark tint got the choppa out
Pull up got the whole band with me tryna rock it out
Fuck a drive by park the car then we hopping out
You can't claim 75 you ain't hit the road
Put anything in my hands I can get it sold
Keep my own gun on me I know I ain't finna fold
Go to any hood that I want name good as gold

Hit the city make 50 now I gotta leave
I don't play around with the but I got the trees
Shot going in every time cause I got the beam
Pass the AK to my dog let the choppa swing
Yeah idk nobody that can fuck with me
Betta know it's stuck if you ever say it's up with me
Told brody imma get us rich put yo trust in me
In the crib talking to myself don't do company

But I ain't never fully solo I be with the stick
Stacked up got a 1000 beans let's go to the sticks
Camera on the tv in the spot I ain't watching flicks
Shooter got a roll on em' too that's from taking hits
Dub on that lil boy head we ain't seen em' since
Grab what I want when I shop I don't penny pinch
Told cuz stack 90 days that's gone get em lit
Run through the bag catch a flight I can city switch

Take the bag state to state this a world tour
In the trap house scaling bows on that wood floor
Blew through the bag quick as hell bouta sell more
Bro done mixed the white with the brown made a real smore
Bro done mixed the highs with the lows we got mids now
Used to fuck with that lil hoe I'm on her friend now
She ain't fuck with me back then but a fan now
I don't wanna 100 no mo I need a M now
By this time next year I need a mil ticket
If I ever got down on you nigga deal with it
I can hit a nigga babymomma I got real chicken
Feel like Pluto I don't give a fuck if they real sistas



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Writer(s): Nate Woods
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