Baby Smoove - Matt Hardy lyrics

(I was trappin' like a fool
I was scamming like a fool)
(Me and FF Fool kept that fucking tool
Didn't go to school)
(I was trappin' like a bitch
I got diamonds in the)
(Cut a lot of bricks yeah, never sold mids
Yeah, yeahhh)
(Hmm hm hm, Hmm hm hm, Hmm)

I got nine bricks coming, four today
Five tomorrow
You the type to hit yo' mans up
And see what you can borrow
I don't really want no watch
But I might buy an Audemars
I got 200 on the dash and 2 doors in the car
Alexander McQueen and 450 for a scarf
Boy, I don't want yo' bitch
If she try me I'll bark
Hit the switch on the choppa
Now look at you dodgin' darts
Drunk so much lean today
I done really went to Mars
(Five hunnid for this zip
It won't make it out the car)
You can hear my car comin'
Even when it's still far
(Boy, when I hit the gas
It's gon' sag and it fart)
Got like a hunnid million streams
You can't even make the charts
(I don't want no fuckin' liquor
Bring me the Wockhardt)
I don't really get no sleep
I feel like a rockstar
(I might pull up to my hood
With like five excotic cars)
If i give a green light
Bet he won't see no tomorrow
(I will never pack no bag when
I take trips outta town)
I will never pack no bag when I (Hmmm, hah)
(When I take trips outta town)
(I will never pack no bags
When I take trips outta)
You the type to hit the road with
Yo' mans and tuck on him no cap
I got some shit that'll flip a bus over
All I smell like is Creed
And a strong exotic odor
I don't fuck with broke hoes
They don't really got no motive
I never look at the tags
Don't give a fuck about the total
Pull up with a big rifle
And do niggas like i'm bowlin'
Play with me when it's on me
Right hand imma blow you
These niggas copy everything
They like "Smoove bro we owe you!"
Pull up
One man army blowing choppas like I'm Tony
Put VVS's on me
All my jewelry gon' be glowin'
I just got some head from her
Why you treat her like a trophy?
I spend a thousand on my sneakers
They just fat and they bulky