Louie Ray, YN Jay, YSR Gramz - Smoove Dude lyrics
[Louie Ray, YN Jay, YSR Gramz - Smoove Dude lyrics]
(Oooh, Sav killed it)
I don't even know what I'm finna say right now
Hmmm, hey
Okay
Hey, yeah, alright
Okay, okay, I'm feelin' this one
Alright
Okay, yeah
Damn, I'm a smoove dude
Bitch lookin' for me, she can't find me, need Blue's Clues
I'ma fuck you good, then I'ma leave, I gotta shoot moves
Okay, alright
Bitch tried to play me, I was broke, now I got some money
I ain't picked up my phone in days, they say I'm actin' funny
Got a goal in 27 days, I'm tryna stack 100
You the type that's muggin' in the club, probably mad for nothin'
Shit, this lil money somethin', I never had nothin'
I just made 87 hundred just last Sunday
This nigga pockets really fucked up, he got sad money
They got you out here doin' petty crimes, you a crash dummy
You can't really trust these niggas, cause they have 100
Where I come from, every gun hold 30 somethin'
You don't even own you a car, and you 30 somethin'
Glock 27 with a 30, got him hurdle jumpin'
Yeah, okay, you mad for nothin'
Got a beater on under my shirt, but the tag 100
80 for the eighthy by itself, but the bag 100
I be hitin' every bitch raw, got them mad for nothin'
He took your chain, and your? You got a Mac for nothin'
Money on me now, let me flex, I'm crackin' somethin'
If I can get this surgery done right, I'll pack her stomach
Nigga see our shit goin' up, say we had it comin'
Damn
Always stressin' 'bout some petty shit, boy you mad for nothin'
Hoodie on, 40 in my sleeve through my jacket bussin'
When I come through, they step back, like Shaq was comin'
Break the glass, I'ma throw the oop, like Shaq was dunkin'
You do not got no fiends, your trap not jumpin'
I can't send you my location, if you not fuckin'
I don't even know what I'm finna say right now
Hmmm, hey
Okay
Hey, yeah, alright
Okay, okay, I'm feelin' this one
Alright
Okay, yeah
Damn, I'm a smoove dude
Bitch lookin' for me, she can't find me, need Blue's Clues
I'ma fuck you good, then I'ma leave, I gotta shoot moves
Okay, alright
Bitch tried to play me, I was broke, now I got some money
I ain't picked up my phone in days, they say I'm actin' funny
Got a goal in 27 days, I'm tryna stack 100
You the type that's muggin' in the club, probably mad for nothin'
Shit, this lil money somethin', I never had nothin'
I just made 87 hundred just last Sunday
This nigga pockets really fucked up, he got sad money
They got you out here doin' petty crimes, you a crash dummy
You can't really trust these niggas, cause they have 100
Where I come from, every gun hold 30 somethin'
You don't even own you a car, and you 30 somethin'
Glock 27 with a 30, got him hurdle jumpin'
Yeah, okay, you mad for nothin'
Got a beater on under my shirt, but the tag 100
80 for the eighthy by itself, but the bag 100
I be hitin' every bitch raw, got them mad for nothin'
He took your chain, and your? You got a Mac for nothin'
Money on me now, let me flex, I'm crackin' somethin'
If I can get this surgery done right, I'll pack her stomach
Nigga see our shit goin' up, say we had it comin'
Damn
Always stressin' 'bout some petty shit, boy you mad for nothin'
Hoodie on, 40 in my sleeve through my jacket bussin'
When I come through, they step back, like Shaq was comin'
Break the glass, I'ma throw the oop, like Shaq was dunkin'
You do not got no fiends, your trap not jumpin'
I can't send you my location, if you not fuckin'