[Intro]
(Classics)
(Okay Jones)

[Verse 1: Baby Smoove]
These niggas all cap, they be makin' up numbers
My Jeep look good, I know I'll have it one summer
The bitch came borin', so I put the fun on her
Boy you broke as hell, I could put a run on you
We'll flee the scene soon as it get hectic
You the type to go and spend your last on a necklace
Stackin' up bread, it's like a nigga playin-
Soon as the load get here, we dissect it
I wear Amiris every day, I can't help it
I don't want no verse from you niggas, y'all helpless
When we was down bad, I can't tell you who helped us
My dawg out in Boston got green like a-
Play a whole game to get popped in your helmet
Fat wood of exotic, I know you can smell it
If y'all get caught, then I know you gon' tell it
That FN just hit him, he screamin' and yellin'
I know dawg a bitch cause he get way too jealous
If your dawg was locked, you wasn't sendin' no letter
I can't say you wrong cause you ain't know no better
I can't say you rich cause you been broke forever
Why invest in a bitch? I ain't tell you no wrong
3.5 in this wood, I ain't smokin' no bong
We just dropped a pint, it ain't take us that long
I be high off of drank when I'm makin' my song
I don't know how he high, he just drunk a line
Your pop is too light, you waistin' your time
I know that she yours, I can't make her mine
When I get a Rollie, it won't be for time
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