Baby Smoove - Paul George lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Paul George lyrics]
22, ayy, 22
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Meech
Ayy, 22, ayy
I put my team on my back like I'm Paul George
You hit my line if I was down, I couldn't call yours
To get the bills paid, I'd get on all fours
My bitch bad lil' nigga, I don't want yours
Transportation ain't a problem, I'll get 'em to you
And once you start getting money, them hoes give it to you
The price got so low, I felt like he was giving 'em to me
I done been hurt to the core, it ain't no more pain left in me
You won't invest in a bitch when she gon' dip on you
Might as well grab a bag that's gon' flip on you
Fuck the middleman, I wanna be the big homie
I liked guns as a kid, this ain't just grow on me
Hit your block by myself but leave the news on it
If you fam', your plate good, you know it's food on it
I wanna build a team, these niggas the in it
What you need? Place your order, I'll supply it
My old bitch left 'cause she couldn't deal with me
But I don't care long as the plug still do deals with me
Selfish nigga when I die, take that shit with me
It ain't no lobster meal if you ain't eat the ham with me
Put my problems in this 'Wood that's why it's so big
Don't tell me cut down on the juice 'cause you ain't know shit
You can catch something hot with a red tip
You think it's all rap but hell nah I be on bullshit
Young hustler with a 40, tryna make a way
It ain't always what you stack but what you make a day
You don't want me in your grass with a whole K
I don't want to shoot the house, I asked you to come and play
You can keep the hood, I'm going to a better place
To where I won't have to grab the Glock just to wear my frames
Had pounds in the trunk, I'm in the slow lane
Don't take the dirt road if you got clear pavement
Hands together, I'm just praying for some better days
Sneaking in my room, preparing for a bigger plate
Different bitch on my dick, it's just a different day
Had some ice with this pop, then I fade away
Walk, crawl, run, you can jog too
It ain't no new problem, tell me, I done been through it
I be out here in these streets, I can't be making music
I can't put it on the beat if I ain't really do it
Ayy, 22, ayy
Ayy, 22
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Meech
Ayy, 22, ayy
I put my team on my back like I'm Paul George
You hit my line if I was down, I couldn't call yours
To get the bills paid, I'd get on all fours
My bitch bad lil' nigga, I don't want yours
Transportation ain't a problem, I'll get 'em to you
And once you start getting money, them hoes give it to you
The price got so low, I felt like he was giving 'em to me
I done been hurt to the core, it ain't no more pain left in me
You won't invest in a bitch when she gon' dip on you
Might as well grab a bag that's gon' flip on you
Fuck the middleman, I wanna be the big homie
I liked guns as a kid, this ain't just grow on me
Hit your block by myself but leave the news on it
If you fam', your plate good, you know it's food on it
I wanna build a team, these niggas the in it
What you need? Place your order, I'll supply it
My old bitch left 'cause she couldn't deal with me
But I don't care long as the plug still do deals with me
Selfish nigga when I die, take that shit with me
It ain't no lobster meal if you ain't eat the ham with me
Put my problems in this 'Wood that's why it's so big
Don't tell me cut down on the juice 'cause you ain't know shit
You can catch something hot with a red tip
You think it's all rap but hell nah I be on bullshit
Young hustler with a 40, tryna make a way
It ain't always what you stack but what you make a day
You don't want me in your grass with a whole K
I don't want to shoot the house, I asked you to come and play
You can keep the hood, I'm going to a better place
To where I won't have to grab the Glock just to wear my frames
Had pounds in the trunk, I'm in the slow lane
Don't take the dirt road if you got clear pavement
Hands together, I'm just praying for some better days
Sneaking in my room, preparing for a bigger plate
Different bitch on my dick, it's just a different day
Had some ice with this pop, then I fade away
Walk, crawl, run, you can jog too
It ain't no new problem, tell me, I done been through it
I be out here in these streets, I can't be making music
I can't put it on the beat if I ain't really do it
Ayy, 22, ayy
Ayy, 22