Smellin Like a Re-Up Smino

[Intro]
Most bitches grow old won't be beauticians
Most nigga's grow old won't be musicians

[Verse 1]
Splitting backwoods, underneath the blood moon
Deep convo and some purple sherm, war wounds
Put some ice on that mama it'll heal soon
I know you know I been lost that feelin'
Ain't no dentist that can heal it, spill some liquor on ya
Damn I'm clumsy, plus I'm scummy, smellin' like a re-up
Countin' money on ya tummy, lift your slip and get you comfy
Conversations 'bout my job and how I get it, always funny
Feel like Tommy...look

[Hook]
Girl you need to sit yo (ass down)
Always tryna be up in the situ- (ass down)
Come here, lemme lay yo (ass down)
It been a minute since she let me lay yo-o-o (ass down)
Sit yo (ass down)
Lay yo (ass down)
It been a minute since she let me lay yo-o-o (ass down)
Sit yo (ass down)
Lay yo (ass down)
Splittin backwoods...