Listen to Smash (feat. Gucci Mane) by Rob $tone

Smash (feat. Gucci Mane)

Rob $tone

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob $tone
Rob $tone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaylen Anthony Robinson
Jaylen Anthony Robinson
Composer
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer

Lyrics

Rob $tone Gucci I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt Then I just spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt Drop some bands all on this skrt then threw my grams right up her skirt Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt Then I just spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt Drop some bands all on this skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt Now watch me break a bag on 'em, flip this cash on 'em I just swag on 'em, bitches hate me 'cause I always bag on 'em I done made so many racks had to finesse the tax on it My new garments cost a leg and you best bet she bad homie Turn my swag on, you niggas mad phony Watch the gas for me, when I hop out, bet I hop out bag on me When you pop off we gon' pop shots and won't break a sweat on it And I be feeling like the man when I got fifty bands on me Bring your friends over, girl come get this player potion Young rap song gon' bust it down and you gon' do your dance for me Don't be scared, show me, I'ma hot shot, rare homie I'm black papa player on it, I'm gon' pop these bands up on it Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt Then I just spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt Drop some bands all on this skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt Then I just spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt Drop some bands all on this skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt Gucci Mane and Rob $tone so get your mob on Got on all these diamond chains but still don't get your head blown Call me quickdraw McGraw, I shoot you through your headphones I'm from Zone 6 East Atlanta but call it the bread zone When a rich nigga DM your BM, she on tour with no per diem Guwop smash 'em, thick or slim Came with them but left with him CEA got major paper, I'm a walking record label Payola under the table, Wizzop the new Tony Draper Innovating, real estating, bought it just to renovate it You just a lil rental baby, you get dick for dinner baby Come hang with the winner baby Ice cold as the winter baby Soon as Gucci enter all the tenders hyperventilating I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt Then I just spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt Drop some bands all on this skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt Then I just spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt Drop some bands all on this skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt
Writer(s): Terry Watson, Jaylen Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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