[Verse 1]
Okay, my shows like that
My flows like that
My shoes like that
I glows like that
My momma and my daddy and my bros like that
I can't believe your bitch chose like that
Aw, he ain't like that
I'm froze like that
Cold as a shoulder, forty below like that
Talk crazy when I'm the one that got your whole life lit
I know a few niggas that really don't like that
Girbauds on strap
Just went independent, I make more like that
Your new shit make me think I really don't like rap
Damn, Two bitches on the pole, but I don't vote likе that
They both [?]
Damn, I'm tighter than titties that shortiеs cop before they drop
Bitches be lyin', the BBLs got me hot
Niggas felines, the NFL gotta stop
I wasn't even tryin', she threw me bottoms off top
[Verse 2]
Okay, okay, it's Smeezy Mane
That boy that's singing like he think he T-Pain
He too vain, bitch, I'm the vessel, my blood hotter than Frank's Hot Sauce
AND1, swish, still made it in the paint
Top boy like Dushane and Sully in the range
Operating these plays, feel like he Tommy Brady
Crazy commas make 'em accommodate me
Lazy bitches don't get the time of day from me
Like good luck
2017, I dropped my album, man, I put on
2018, I dropped another one, it went gold
2019, I made a couple songs with J. Cole
2020, I ain't catch corona, 'cause I'm too cold
2021, I made a milli' off my new clothes
2022, my Luv 4 Rent, but shit, it got sold
2023, and I'm still fucking these hoes
Oh, and I forgot - a hundred thousand tickets on tour
You gotta give me my roses
Through the bullshit, I'm still ballin', young Smi' Rose
You ain't gotta choose on me, baby girl, I'm chosen
Jill Scott cookies in the blunt, bitch, life golden
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