Lyrics Baby Smoove – Tings

I got some exotic it’s just flavor when I smoke
How the fuck you getting high with 4 heads on the 4
I’ma pour up in this Fanta then let her drive the boat
I’m on 7 Mile now but I’m smoking west coast

Ballin’ like I’m in the league when the fuck I get a bonus?
Got my last season clothes, I might give em to the homeless
Chef bringing out my steak, I don’t even think I want it
Boy yo bitch came to me, Why the fuck you think I want her?
Think my heart turned purple from this lean I be pourin’
Once I make a million dollars, I’ma act like I don’t know you
We got heavy pole sticks and you know that they will hurt you
High as hell of the pie, yea I’m talkin’ bout the turtle
Spent 6k at Neiman’s I ain’t do the shit on purpose
She been wanting me to fuck her, I’m asking her is it worth it?
500 for my scarf I just wear it like a turban
2 grams in the wood, for a hour it was burning
My niggas out in LA, they got bitches that’s gone work it
762’s pointed but they leave you ?
Spent a thousand on my shoes, I don’t even think they worth it
You know yo nigga lame, you should come and hang with me
You can bring yo friends too, tell em ?
She likes it 6 in the morning, nigga Why you pourin’ lean
Once I’m done with this cup then I’m putting you to sleep
She like YSL, Fendi, and Louie V tings