Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Smokes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Young Smokes
Composer
Ragoart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ragoart
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She say, I'm crazy, baby
I'm just crazy 'bout you
They're like "Smokes, you stupid wavy,"
"How the hell you ain't blew?"
I'm still doin' roads up daily
I'm still here with my goons
They've got my bros caged up
They need to free all my dudes
I'm smoked out, chillin' with my doggies in this Benz truck
They don't run them checks up like us
Them boys are pretenders
I bop through the club with it on me
Just in case of bullshit
Oh, I'm still in my trap
They all know that we hood rich
NFA, I just bust a case
Bust down a Rollie, I even bust a face
I see them watching, I think it must be hate
I see them following, damn, it must be jakes
[Verse 2]
Who's better?
My new whip came with red leather
These guys can't be on to me
I got my **** in a drop top, AMG
I pull up in a hot S3
And **** like my guy AB
I still wan' bop through my hood
This money ain't changin' me
I got the traction off in the whip
I'm drivin' like it's Tokyo Drift
I ain't sprayin' none of my arm
Boy, I still went and put this ice on my wrist
Push to start, I don't need no key
I bet you a key, you ain't seen no key
My guy just pulled up in a Range
Like how you tryna be low key?
I'm in the Audi with Flames
Givin' work like JSA
I Destiny Child the game
I still got them sayin' my name
I'm in France eatin' crumpets
She wanna blow me like a trumpet
They wanna beef with who?
They talk to the boys in blue
The feds want me in jail
And doin' like twenty the least
[Verse 3]
My only problem right now
I can't put this twenty in my jeans
She say, "I'm crazy, baby"
"I'm just crazy 'bout you"
They're like "Smokes, you stupid wavy,"
"How the hell you ain't blew?"
I'm still doin' roads up daily
I'm still here with my goons
They've got my bros caged up
They need to free all my dudes
I'm smoked out, chillin' with my doggies in this Benz truck
They don't run them checks up like us
Them boys are pretenders
I bop through the club with it on me
Just in case of bullshit
Oh, I'm still in my trap
They all know that we hood rich
NFA, I just bust a case
Bust down a Rollie, I even bust a face
I see them watching, I think it must be hate
I see them following, damn, it must be jakes
[Verse 4]
NFA, I just bust a case
Bust down a Rollie, I even bust a face
Written by: Ragoart, Young Smokes
