Smuts

Lyrics

[Chorus: Jay Critch] I only just really want a bag Brodie got the smuts selling bags All the opps be watching us, so listen up, we talk the facts All you niggas out here doing bad Make a freak out of a good bitch, know Talk Money gang still on that hood shit In the trap like [?] how we pushing And that foreign pushing My bros don't play, so please don't push it Maybach, it got cushions Her ass soft like cushion [Verse 1: Mari Mac] I just really only want a Chevy Baby, I'ma touch it, if you let me If it's water, I'm a jetski If you play nice, I'ma kick it, leave it messy [?] playing foul, then the cut off game is deadly I be getting to that bread, to that chetter like thе delly And [?] car clean, but I'm riding with a felly [?] jеlly, 'cause I was riding with a Becky I said I want a Chevy, but I get nasty with a [?] [Verse 2: Vendetta] I just really wanna sell a pack [?] on the gas, [?] I put the bread up in the stash [?] 392, [?] go fast [?] on the interstate, [?] hope I don't crash [?] money, got no cash [?] tell me why they mad Hold the chop steady while it blast We on the block, ready with the mag Shorty, she give me heady in the back You know the bread heavy in the bag We walk up in the store and pop a tag [Chorus: Jay Critch] I only just really want a bag Brodie got the smuts selling bags All the opps be watching us, so listen up, we talk the facts All you niggas out here doing bad Make a freak out of a good bitch, know Talk Money gang still on that hood shit In the trap like [?] how we pushing And that foreign pushing My bros don't play, so please don't push it Maybach, it got cushions Her ass soft like cushion [Verse 3: Mari Mac] She a heavyweight, and I move that heavy weight Smuts for the 45, you can get a better plate Mac been the general, I'm giving them the better rates I don't go on dates, but I probably made your daughter shake Put it in her face, then I took off like it was a race Skrt off in that S.L.S., if 12 tryna take a chase