Baby Smoove - 400$ Shirt lyrics
[Baby Smoove - 400$ Shirt lyrics]
(Que guardo por tí) mhm, twenty
Spent four hundred spent, uh
Spent four hundred on this shirt
I'm gon' wear it one time
I'ma pour four out it
Then add some extra lines (Haha)
Sent her in there for a Fanta
Told her get the yellow kind (yeah)
We gon' take him out the game
(If he) if he playin' out of bounds
It's a clip on the bottom
That ain't nothin' but extra rounds (Haha)
Family pack in your name
I'm not goin' out of town
Still remember all them trips when I
Was in and out of town
I be smokin' all this cookie
I be in and out of pounds (For real)
(Haha) Hmm ah shit
(On me, nigga)
(You know what the fuck goin' on)
Fuck all that shit
(Whole lotta that, with a whole lotta money)
Ayy (yeah)
Hit her from the side
She be making all the sounds (Uh, huh)
I just took a half a Perc
My cream soda washed it down (Uh, huh)
I got a couple thigh pads
I be making touchdowns
I can go buy a plain jane and a bust down
(yeah) what the fuck you doin'? Why
You reaching for my blunt?
Four-fifty for a t-shirt, only wear it once
(yeah) bitch, I play with cars
This is not no fuckin' Tonk'
Ridin' through my neighborhood smellin'
Like a fuckin' skunk (Haha)
I just put a half a
Line in my motherfuckin' cup
Boy, I bet this AR turn
You to a fuckin' punk
Ridin' with my new Glock
It won't leave no fuckin' lump
Boy, you ain't got no hustle
You ain't shit but a bum
I just got some Percocets with the Chinese V
Too blowed, eyes low, how the Chinese be
'Member I was taking orders
Had 'em shipping TVs (yeah)
I just bought a cream soda
Got this bitch a sweet tea
Yeah, yeah, ballin'
Put him in a G League (Huh?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, AP (Huh?)
Boy lookin' funny, glizzy, mm, mm, mm
Hold on he lookin' funny
Glizzy give him three piece (Haha)
Spent four hundred spent, uh
Spent four hundred on this shirt
I'm gon' wear it one time
I'ma pour four out it
Then add some extra lines (Haha)
Sent her in there for a Fanta
Told her get the yellow kind (yeah)
We gon' take him out the game
(If he) if he playin' out of bounds
It's a clip on the bottom
That ain't nothin' but extra rounds (Haha)
Family pack in your name
I'm not goin' out of town
Still remember all them trips when I
Was in and out of town
I be smokin' all this cookie
I be in and out of pounds (For real)
(Haha) Hmm ah shit
(On me, nigga)
(You know what the fuck goin' on)
Fuck all that shit
(Whole lotta that, with a whole lotta money)
Ayy (yeah)
Hit her from the side
She be making all the sounds (Uh, huh)
I just took a half a Perc
My cream soda washed it down (Uh, huh)
I got a couple thigh pads
I be making touchdowns
I can go buy a plain jane and a bust down
(yeah) what the fuck you doin'? Why
You reaching for my blunt?
Four-fifty for a t-shirt, only wear it once
(yeah) bitch, I play with cars
This is not no fuckin' Tonk'
Ridin' through my neighborhood smellin'
Like a fuckin' skunk (Haha)
I just put a half a
Line in my motherfuckin' cup
Boy, I bet this AR turn
You to a fuckin' punk
Ridin' with my new Glock
It won't leave no fuckin' lump
Boy, you ain't got no hustle
You ain't shit but a bum
I just got some Percocets with the Chinese V
Too blowed, eyes low, how the Chinese be
'Member I was taking orders
Had 'em shipping TVs (yeah)
I just bought a cream soda
Got this bitch a sweet tea
Yeah, yeah, ballin'
Put him in a G League (Huh?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, AP (Huh?)
Boy lookin' funny, glizzy, mm, mm, mm
Hold on he lookin' funny
Glizzy give him three piece (Haha)