Baby Smoove - Embarrassing lyrics

(Damn, Percy) burp (Rich nigga burp)
Okay Jones! (Ha ha ha ha ha)
(Straight jacket)

You gotta wrap 'em three to four times
You know them shit's' stank
You can make a hunnid songs
But you still can't fix that face
You can catch me any day of the week
I think I'm a bandit
I got seven hundred horses truck, bitch
Like it's a tank i'm in LA with my vatos
In Detroit I'm dodging potholes
Last week I made one-fifty, tryna tell you
Yo life not cold
My nigga shoot him from the Bay
I swear to god his nickname
Imma be so fuckin' happy when they
Hit you in yo top though
It ain't the fact you got shit took
It's the fact the nigga wearin' it
It's the fact you wakin'
Up, puttin' it on, and that's embarrassing
Ain't no way he think he gangster
Boy you need to move to Maryland
These niggas want some clout so bad
Shit like heroin
But let’s get back to my rich life
Swear to god I spent a hunnid
Made that shit back the next night
I can show you pictures of yo bitch
All in my ice you go broke on it
If I could buy it I could buy it four times
Boy you know just what I’m bangin’
So my fade just what I’m claimin’
Mad as hell I was in jail like
How the guards know I’m famous?
I walked in to Helmut Lang but
Walked out of Palm Angels
I’m a sniper, I can hit from out of town
I’m so dangerous she in love with diamonds
And they all over me
It’s like a thousand for my shirt
Three hundred thousand for my links
I’m a young nigga
Got ten Monclers but no mink when I’m bored
I go outside and get on the jet ski
I feel like a Bentley
I feel like a Rolls Royce
I feel like a new Ferrari
I feel like a new Porsche
I feel like I’m famous now
Bitches lied about abortion
Your label give you a percentage
Me I get the whole portion
She could never leave me ‘lone
Shit I’m like a good torture
VVS on my ring, I switched the whole team
I really think that I’m a Celtic
All my bitches with the green
But not the color of my lean
Serve a nigga through the screen door
(Franchise, Franchise)