Smoove Dude YN Jay (Ft. Louie Ray & YSR Gramz)

[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'