In My Feelings Baby Smoove

[Intro]
Sometimes these hoes be scary, I'm like, "What you want from me?"
Yeah
Ayy, neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Why would I stop with drank? I think it's my only friend
I hit that button right before her stomach every time I'm in it
She want me, I want a plug on pints that never ever end
No cap, I keep a bad one with me just like my FN
This bitch want my heart, but it's too late, I'm in love with the drank
I'm so high, bitch, but if you blow it, block you in your face
I get high off codeine, but I really love the taste
I got Mexiko all on my beats, I know you hear thе bass
I drive my SRT like I ain't got no sensе, I'm a NASCAR racer
I don't fuck with groupies, I hate bitches who just clout chasers
I'm taking my trash out the window, neighborhood, at my neighbors
Rich rolling with a stack of blues, Crippin' with the takers

[Chorus]
Sometimes these hoes be scary, I'm like, "What you want from me?"
Your last nigga was a bitch, I know he a wannabe
I can't show you none of my feelings, I done had them turn on me
I get high and in my feelings 'cause nobody earn for me

[Verse 2]
She asked me why I drive so fast, I'm like, "That's why I bought the cars"
I get high, outer space shit, Pluto, maybe Mars
I'm so high in the spaceship, can't crash off the bars
I'm in the bed countin' hundreds, she like, "Baby, why you hard?"
They got my nigga locked down for a tip, I bet we beat it though
I know I'm that nigga, so I like me some conceited hoes
Got plenty guns, but I still use the ones from videos
I heard you niggas out returning clothes after the video
You can call me an addict, I don't care, I'm in my mansion
I'm young, rich, and havin', these niggas talk like faggots
You don't make enough to do these drugs, stop cappin'
It ain't no big deal, we gon' pop up where they relaxin'