Lyrics Baby Smoove – Instagram

(Ooh, RJ, he-he)
(RJ always tripping man, RJ always tripping man)
(Uh, I’ll miss you, eh)

Bad bitch from the ‘burbs, don’t even know who she is

Why the fuck you heading out? You only got six pills
Remember playin’ as a kid, ridin’ on my big wheel
Big house in the ‘burbs, ’bout to fill it up with sin
Coulda had you knocked off if I was thinkin’ ’bout your kids

I got a big booty bitch ’bout to blow me in her crib
I got a foreign-ass bitch tryna show me how she live
I just poured up a fo’ but got mo’ at the crib, yeah
I know you stressed out, why the fuck you blowing cigs?

I’m at Nieman Marcus now with some light dawg shit
I got some strong-ass weed, smell like some dog piss
I’ma backhand that bitch if she come in for a kiss
Why this bitch on my ass, on my back like a tick?

If I really told you ’bout her, boy, I know that you’d be sick
All them SI diamonds, boy you know that ain’t a kick
Why the fuck you tryna jade me to go and get tempted?
Hold on, you got your L’s, nigga, come and drive this whip

Hold on, I found a bitch, she gon’ blow me on the trip
You’re lucky Bam locked up, he woulda blew you for your wrist
My nigga drop shit for free, I could just give him the list
I’ma buy a Lambo and do donuts on the 6 (Skrrt)

Get that boy some donuts ’cause he working with the P
When I’m in the strip club, all the strippers on my D
Caught a rock, some 42’s, she was flipping on the D

I got a freaky-ass bitch who do shit on the cam
She ain’t like this for you ’cause she know you a ham
Taking shots back to back, all on Instagram
Brought percs to the party, got ’em packed in my pant

Tryna get me some head, what the fuck is a dance?
Like you and your friend, but for y’all, get a chance
If you tryna take a perc, I got some in my hand
Room full of bad bitches, all of ’em on 10