Smoove Dude (feat. Louie Ray & Ysr Gramz)

Текст песни Yn Jay - Smoove Dude (feat. Louie Ray & Ysr Gramz)

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'