What if I Smacked You?

Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd] (17) Nigga think because he got— I'm finna play Woo, woo, haha, okay I don't get tired of hoein' niggas, in case y'all was wonderin' Ayy, pst, yeah (12) What you gon' do if I smack you? Probably nothin', huh, ayy "Damn, damn, Kidd, what, what you do that for? I fuck with you" Haha, ayy [Chorus: Cash Kidd] What you gon' do if I smack you? Probably nothin' Nigga soft as hell, can't wait to catch him out in public Nigga sent my bitch roses by the dozen Bought her eight of boys random, these strawberries bustin', nigga, ayy, huh, ooh He said, "Kidd, that's my girl," boy, you David Ruffin? Pst, huh, yeah, ayy Red bottoms, feet bleedin' like I'm Harriet Tubman [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Ayy, I don't want that neck if it don't put me to sleep She'll never see my face again, she usin' her teeth Huh, on the block like Yao Ming, they look up to me Yeah, pass interference, bitch, I'm pushin' thе P Huh, vacay with my bitch, we burned like twеnty a piece Roof gone, I need a 'Vette, you a rookie to me YP on all boards, shit, he lookin' for beef I don't 'member the last time I had to put in the key, nigga Actually, I'll take that back, the mansion Diamonds dancin' in the rain, feel like Cashes Baby, what you rate your neck? Just askin' I'm tryna test it out while I'm drivin' up grasses If I snap my fingers, she gon' start right here and backflip In the club with the two-five, I feel like Matt Cripp Crip Mack, two-five on me like a stickback Boy, you better get a fly swatter 'cause I bend that [Chorus: Cash Kidd] What you gon' do if I smack you? Probably nothin' Nigga soft as hell, can't wait to catch him out in public Nigga sent my bitch roses by the dozen Bought her eight of boys random, these strawberries bustin', nigga, ayy, huh, ooh He said, "Kidd, that's my girl," boy, you David Ruffin? Pst, huh, yeah, ayy Red bottoms, feet bleedin' like I'm Harriet Tubman [Verse 2: FMB DZ] Spendin' all your problems in malls, nobody taught you nothin'? You uppin dog shit, but I'm confused, you ain't bought you nothin' You gotta do your homework on my chain 'cause it hit different You broke as hell, livin' off the bitch, that is not pimpin' That is not motion, we pull up and leave the block smokin' Laughin' every time we catch a nigga 'cause I'm bipolar See the opps in the VIP and send some shots over Yeah, you can tell that she belong to me from the watch on her [Chorus: Cash Kidd] What you gon' do if I smack you? Probably nothin' Nigga soft as hell, can't wait to catch him out in public Nigga sent my bitch roses by the dozen Bought her eight of boys random, these strawberries bustin', nigga, ayy, huh, ooh He said, "Kidd, that's my girl," boy, you David Ruffin? Pst, huh, yeah, ayy Red bottoms, feet bleedin' like I'm Harriet Tubman