(Turn me up, YC) Smurk (Uh, uh) (Red Dead, I´m so fuckin´ bumpin´, bruh) Smurk (Hitmaka)
Yeah
I share clothes with killers (Let´s get it) Who shot? I don´t remember (Yeah) That bitch off coke, remember? (Let´s get it) Fuck hoes to Bryson Tiller (Yeah, yeah) Make freak hoes bite the pillow (Let´s get it) I cut coke for dealers (I cut coke) If he got more bodies than you, you can´t lil´ bro the nigga (Yeah) You hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poked the nigga? (Yeah) If you got power with that Tommy, you can ghost a nigga (Yeah) I fuck a bitch, her pussy dry, I might use lotion with her (Yeah) Live by the gun, you dyin´ by it, them niggas ain´t coachin´ niggas (Grrah, grrah)
I really got left with noodles (Noodles) Know a pit who was born a poodle (Let´s get it) That shit wouldn´t move, then poot her (Poot her) That shit do feel like voodoo (Let´s get it) You say you got good gas (Good gas), that shit be doo-doo (Good gas) That shit foo-foo, feds cracked the case with that shit on YouTube (Uh) Told an old head fresh out of jail, this shit right here he ain´t used to (Let´s get it) Young niggas cuckoo, hit ´em, baow, that bitch go roo-roo I´m talking ´bout Dracs and switches (Dracs and switches) Bitch, I ain´t paying for kisses (I ain´t payin´) I´m akh, but I love the Christians (Let´s get it) I know an akh who fuck with Christmas (Let´s get it)
Keep that Keep all that, but, uh, that MAC, you know, like Man, what?
I bought my Lamb´ with cash That boy dead, I´m glad I don´t speak tongues, period, I don´t fuck with Vlad In New York, I dress like Fab Too rich to jump in cabs Sip drank, I don´t fuck with dab She nosey, close the tab (Yeah) I´m Smurk, I´m a golden child (Yeah) I´m a street nigga, eat at Tao (Yeah) Hundred mill´, I´ma throw in the towel (Yeah, yeah) I made eight bricks, still in style (Yeah)
Got an Apex, cover the tab (Yeah) Make a top bitch come to the lab (Yeah) If she quiet, then fuck her loud (Yeah) Got gas, don´t fuck with mild (Yeah, yeah)