Duwap Kaine - Smelly lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Smelly lyrics]
Ballin' on these niggas
Never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant
Wrappin a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend
With' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I
Leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a
Blessin', smokin' dope, never stressin'
Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson
I feel the lean, feel like heaven
Choppa with me I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy
Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly
Racks in my Louis pants
Watch me do my Gucci dance
Sippin' lean I'm a business man
Ridin' round flexin' with them bands
I be doin' what a nigga please
You be doin' what a nigga can
Ridin' round, feelin' arrogant
Shippin' packs like the mail man
Gas under my hood, man
Ridin' round feelin' good, man
You wish you could, man
Kush bag in my wood man
Try to finesse me, I wish you would, man
Know we got good gas and we got good xans
I had to come up, off of the come up
Purple lean in my double cup, off the dope
Got me real up like tape, I'm real stuck
See twelve I buckle up
'Cause you know I got gas on me
I ain't gettin' locked up
Fuck twelve, I call the cell
Can't take no L, my diamonds take sail
And free my niggas, they ain't got no bail
I know that they stuck in the cell
Just got my rafs and I got them off Grailed
Just got a pack, put that shit in the mail
Walk in the court and I bet I won't tell
Gun on my hip and I know you can tell
Glock 12, But it's fuck twelve
If I walk in your house then I'm shelled
Foreign whip, I be goin' fast
On the road I be leaving a trail
Bitch, I'm Kaine, do it ring a bell?
See a opp, then it's farewell
Smoking gas by the steering wheel
Finesse his ass, I'm like "oh well"
Ballin' on these niggas
Never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant
Wrappin a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend
With' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I
Leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a
Blessin', smokin' dope, never stressin'
Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson
I feel the lean, feel like heaven
Choppa with me I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy
Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly
Never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant
Wrappin a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend
With' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I
Leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a
Blessin', smokin' dope, never stressin'
Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson
I feel the lean, feel like heaven
Choppa with me I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy
Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly
Racks in my Louis pants
Watch me do my Gucci dance
Sippin' lean I'm a business man
Ridin' round flexin' with them bands
I be doin' what a nigga please
You be doin' what a nigga can
Ridin' round, feelin' arrogant
Shippin' packs like the mail man
Gas under my hood, man
Ridin' round feelin' good, man
You wish you could, man
Kush bag in my wood man
Try to finesse me, I wish you would, man
Know we got good gas and we got good xans
I had to come up, off of the come up
Purple lean in my double cup, off the dope
Got me real up like tape, I'm real stuck
See twelve I buckle up
'Cause you know I got gas on me
I ain't gettin' locked up
Fuck twelve, I call the cell
Can't take no L, my diamonds take sail
And free my niggas, they ain't got no bail
I know that they stuck in the cell
Just got my rafs and I got them off Grailed
Just got a pack, put that shit in the mail
Walk in the court and I bet I won't tell
Gun on my hip and I know you can tell
Glock 12, But it's fuck twelve
If I walk in your house then I'm shelled
Foreign whip, I be goin' fast
On the road I be leaving a trail
Bitch, I'm Kaine, do it ring a bell?
See a opp, then it's farewell
Smoking gas by the steering wheel
Finesse his ass, I'm like "oh well"
Ballin' on these niggas
Never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant
Wrappin a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend
With' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I
Leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a
Blessin', smokin' dope, never stressin'
Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson
I feel the lean, feel like heaven
Choppa with me I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy
Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly