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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoove'L
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr.
Composer
Joel Banks
Composer
Taylor Banks
Composer
Sean Mula
Composer
Germán Valdés
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankroll Got It
Producer
Gilbert Valenzuela Jr.
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, my, oh, my, oh, my, oh, gosh
Brodie just threw me a lob
Told me that she got that fire, fire, fire, fire
She ready to slob on my knob
**** dissing, then I'm spinning
They callin' me uncle, the way I be working that rob
I'm playing all five on the opp block
Be the center, the forward, the shooter, and guard
He sleep, I creep, he sleep, we leave, police on scene
I see them flee
I go and run, hope they don't peek
Told bro pull up with SUV
I hope, the gas, it ain't on E
'Cause we gon' be in custody
But you know that I'm fast on feet
I show twelve, ain't no punking me
[Verse 2]
I'ma dip on these bitches, I'm going
Ducking and dodging, I'm doing 'em wrong
Whole time, I'm running and rapping song
Smoking they ass, just like I'm a boss
Phone ring on ping, on ping like Paul
My plug got ounce on ounce like tall
I'm high, my eyes like ching, ching, chong
But that won't stop me, I'm still going
[Verse 3]
And I'm dipping, I'm dipping, hold up, I see a opp slipping
Should I be dumb and start hitting?
While the police hunt, ain't finish
All the fuckery, a **** with it
I'm like, fuck it, this bitch get to spitting
This opp **** gotta be finished
[Verse 4]
I'ma go out like Queen Latifah
I'm mad that I couldn't go spark me some reefer
I got these stars like stripes, Adidas
I got metal like pan, just call me Peter
That big bail money, I think I need it
The opps is snitching, they writers and readers
Twelve got up on my ass, the first thing they said
"Hey, we got the leader"
[Verse 5]
But, you know, I disagree
Twelve ain't got shit on me
I'ma go out like Jackie Chan
Naruto and Jet Lee
I bust his right, they beat
Got a friend named Emily
I'ma run to her house, I hope I can make it
She live right up the street
I run, I sprint, I don't do jogs
Fuck Burger King, I don't do jobs
I don't know why I said it, but it sound hard
And these **** ain't catch me, put it on God
[Verse 6]
A **** was scamming, I was doing fraud
I won't cuff a bitch, I won't love a broad
'Cause them be the same bitches who will leave your ass
When them times fucking get hard
Pull out my phone, I'ma see if she home
If she ain't home, then a **** is stressed
If she ain't home, then I don't know what's next
If she ain't home, then it's time for a rest
I'm feeling real sleepy, I do need some rest
I'm 'bout to surrender and be like the rest
I'ma be in the central booking all night from this situation
I shoulda just left
[Verse 7]
Goddamn, damn, damn, damn
Look in the judge eyes, knowing that I ain't getting no chance
I did the crime, gotta do the time
I'ma go in this bitch like a man
If they let me out right now, I'll do this bitch all over again
It was just a dream
Written by: Germán Valdés, Joel Banks, Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr., Sean Mula, Taylor Banks