Lyrics Baby Smoove – Absurd

What’s the word?
My lil’ baby itchin’ off them percs
I don’t serve, I’m crack a nigga’s cars
I’m a nerd, it’s absurd

I like juice, I let her get a sip, she like it too
These niggas do the crime just to tell, I’m confused
I’m sick, they snitchin’ on my nigga’s shoes
You the only nigga who I let use my Ruge
‘Cause these niggas know I grind it from the motherfuckin’ sewers
Write my shit word for word, shit, I’m thinkin’, should I do
I need some dark shit if you want me on your music
Bitch, I had a name way before I met music
Brodie swung the cat, I’m just happy he ain’t lose it
You had a little wave, but fell off ’cause you was boostin’
I was on my knuckles, then FedEx got me through it
Lil’ bitch ugly with a ass, I can’t do it
Get cake, my bankroll, ’cause it’s funny when we throw it
Juggin’ at my rap, Simmons, I remember we wearin’ some moves
I just want some head while you’re tryna bust it open
She like when I hit it off them percs, I be focused

What’s the word?
My lil’ baby itchin’ off them percs
I don’t serve, I’m crack a nigga’s cars

What’s the deal?
I heard you had a run up on them pills
You got drank? Fuck it, I’ll buy it all if that’s your seal
This shit real, baby, is you tryna stuff these pills
‘Cause if not, I’m gon’ throw you out the crib like Uncle Phil
I’m the truth
They think they fuckin’ with me, we’re the proof
Heard a nigga’s think I’m gettin’ off, go get up some soup
Ride with them choppers, I ain’t gotta call the troops
If there’s some problems, put a nigga in the soup
Until bitch swung the cat, she ain’t never drove a coupe
They know my name in the ten, the fiends ain’t never heard of you
I just lift up outta sex, fifteen hundred on the Gucc’
Let me hit the bag, all star, we get it, get it Uncle Lou

I was down bad, but the Greyhound got me through it
Runnin’ through the bag, I wasn’t tryna do no music
Niggas think they fuckin’ with me, then they’s stupid
‘Bout to upgrade me and my chain, chain, we need a cubist

What’s the word?
My lil’ baby itchin’ off them percs
I don’t serve, I’m crack a nigga’s cars
I’m a nerd, it’s absurd
For you to come at me, boy, you a burger
If nigga’s pillow talkin’, then we lurk
I’m in on my zone
My baby Joe Blow just came home
P on his way to me, he got walk, I need a fuck
I got my stick ’cause where I go, you won’t
Ain’t gotta ask for no head ’cause my ho grown