Smoove Dude (feat. Louie Ray & Ysr Gramz)

Damnn I'mma smoove dude Bitch lookin' for me She can't find me Need blues clues I'mma fuck ya good Then I'mma leave L gotta shoot moves Ok aight Bitch tried to play me I was broke now I got some money I ain't picked my phone up in days This time I'm actin funny Got a goal in 27 days I'm tryna stack a hunnit You the type that's muggin' in the club Prolly mad for nun Shit this lil money something I never had nun I just made 8700 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 half a Hunnit Where I come from Mary get a whole 30 sum You don't even own you a car And you 30 sum Glock 27 wit a 30 got it hurdle jumpin' Yeah Okay you mad for nothin' Got a beater on under my shirt But the tag a hunnit 80 for the HD by itself but the bag a 100 I be hittin' every bitch raw Got the mags for nothin' You took yo chain and yo You got a mag for nothin' Money on me now Let me flex im cracking sum If I can get the surgery done right I'll pack her stomach Niggas see how shit goin now I say we had it comin' Damnn Always stressing 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'mma throw the oop Like Shaq was dunkin' You do not got no feinds Yo trap not jumpin' I can send my location If you not fuckin'