Larry June The Smooth Kind
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, uh
Yeah (Idea comin' for the 808)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Nigga see how I'm comin'
Yeah (Man, uh, good job, uh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I know it's winter time and I'm bringin' that motherfuckin' drop out (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, goddamn)
Nigga, I gives no f..cks, good job
[Verse 1]
I'm a dough spender, top dropper
Big watch-er, bitch knocker, better watch her (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm a big chiefer, big houser
Whole lotta enchilada, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You a ho, real ho
Good smoke what I blow, yeah (Uh)
Whole thangs, elbows
Esses and El Co's, yeah (Ayy)
Hold on, hold on, I need that
All hundreds, blue stacks, yeah
Hold on, hold on, I'm past that
That's old news, you can have that (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I like money, gold, cars, clothes
Blocks, stoves, chops, hoes (Ayy)
Black, snow, dubs, fours
MACs, 40s, knot on me, good job
[Chorus]
Lеt me tell you 'bout this nigga, how he got it out thе trap
Two cell phones workin' every time it's comin' back
All I know is go-mode, I put Reggie on the strap
Oh, you ready? Where you at? I be where the money at
Too much money on my mind, I can't stress about some cat
I got shit up on my schedule, I know I can make it back
Put my city on the map, I got semi on my—
And I move like a— I'm a smooth mother— (Good job)
[Verse 2]
I'm a big stacker, hoes know (Ayy)
I'm a real-real, if you didn't know (Ayy)
I'ma bend corner with good pole (Ayy)
I'ma ice wrist like shit swole (Ayy-ayy)
I'ma get money, for shit sure (Shit sure)
I'ma walk in with clip pokin' (The good kind)
I'ma check trap 'til there's no more (Not at all, nothing)
I'ma talk to her, give a bitch hope (Ayy)
I'm a Range dipper, paint dripper
Flip-screen-er, Macarena (Keep goin', numbers), yeah (Good job)
Hold on, hold on, too P-er
Too cleaner, had to clean up (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nigga from Frisco, Oakland, Reno, Portland
Trap, corporate, buckets, Porsches (Ayy)
Mansions, jets, FNs, TECs
He left and wrecked, now he upping that check (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Let me tell you 'bout this nigga, how he got it out the trap
Two cell phones workin' every time it's comin' back
All I know is go-mode, I put Reggie on the strap
Oh, you ready? Where you at? I be where the money at
Too much money on my mind, I can't stress about some cat
I got shit up on my schedule, I know I can make it back
Put my city on the map, I got semi on my—
And I move like a— I'm a smooth mother— (Good job)
[Outro]
(Shit, man, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(God damn, shit, damn, good job, sock it to me)
(Man, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Damn, uh, ayy)
