Smoove Dude

Lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] (Ooh, Sav killed it) I don't even know what I'm finna say right now Hmm, hey Okay Hey, yeah, alright Okay, I think I'm feelin' this one Alright Okay, yeah [Verse 1: YN Jay] Damn, I'm a smooth dude Bitch lookin' for me, she can't find me, need Blue's Clues I'ma fuck you good, then I'ma leave, I gotta shoot moves Okay, alright Bitch tried to play me, I was broke, now I got some money I ain't picked up my phone in days, they say I'm actin' funny Got a goal, in twenty-seven days, I'm tryna stack a hundred You the type that's muggin' in the club, probably mad for nothin' [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] Shit, this lil' money somethin', I never had nothin' I just made eighty-seven hundred 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 hundred Where I come from, every gun hold thirty-somethin' You don't even own you a car and you thirty-somethin' Glock 27 with a thirty got him hurdle jumpin' [Verse 3: Louie Ray] Yeah, okay, you mad for nothin' Got a beater on under my shirt, but the tag a hundred Eighty for the eighthy by itself, but the bag a hundred I be hittin' every bitch raw, got the Mags for nothin' He took your chain and your— you had a mag for nothin' Money on me now, let me flex, I'm crackin' somethin' If I can get the surgery done right, I'll pack her stomach Niggas see how shit goin' now, say we had it comin' [Verse 4: YN Jay] Damn Always stressin' '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'ma throw the oop like Shaq was dunkin' You do not got no fiends, your trap not jumpin' I can't send you my location if you not fuckin'