[Intro: Smino]
n***as be like "Hey what's good smi bruh. I seen your little Soundcloud pack or whatever. Got you some little plays and sh**. Little comments. sh**. You got you some little fans too. I guess you just doing your little thang, huh? I remember when you was a little n***a." I be like "b**h! Get off my... dick!"
[Hook: Smino]
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my sh**, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
(Are we there yet x3)
I been on my way too long
(Are we there yet x3)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we there yet x3)
I don't wanna wait no more
Yeah
[Verse 1: Smino]
This my sh**
Every time I walk in, play my sh**
Dark Liquor, dark shades, dark a** skin
Bright future so the booches wanna choose up quick
Yeah she want me to poke her mind, she a little freak-a-chu
Shockingly bad, little thang electrocute
(Oh my God, Smi. You like God, Smi!)
Nah, don't call me that
I be where the zombies at, insomniac
'Member sippin' lean in a clean white Pontiac, Bonneville
That's before I lost the weight I had, no Jonah Hill
Running up a lonely hill, feeling like I fell off
Bosses take a L as a lesson, not a real loss
About to spark a L in the elevator, getting real elevated
Make my little b**h feel celebrated
I be all frigid just, bool laun rouge
Got a boo right now she tryna Vo Lay Voo coo
Say a say squa
[Hook]
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my sh**, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
(Are we there yet x3)
I been on my way too long
(Are we there yet x3)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we there yet x3)
I don't wanna wait no more
Yeah
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my sh**, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Bari Allen]
Hoe ain't no sleep, b**h we pull up pallets, uh
Remember cuzzo used to trap out the Galant, naw
Naw, I mean GaLLant
Read and react like I'm Marcus Trufant
I ain't gone stop till I cop off the lot
Press bu*tons to start, yeah, I crash when I stop (Ooh)
n***a too cool in the Cuban links
Bruh, you cool, n***a you with me
Muhf**a, you through if it's you or me
Yeah I put that stone on her
Hard Rock Cafe took her dome from her
Red Cafe, this a shake down
Got the b**h bussin', got that moan from her
Yeah I had her a**ed up, face down
This dick ain't free, got a loan from her
[Verse 3: Smino]
I don't want her
f** around, gave her a** the wrong number
n***a been hot all year like a long summer
Bread winning ahead, getting ahead
Give me the head, shawty be cool
Before I take it back like my Force 1s see through
Politicking with a little chicken saying we rude
f** the White house, this the ice house, igloo
I see no evil, I never switch up on my people
[Hook]
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my sh**, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
(Are we there yet x3)
I been on my way too long
(Are we there yet x3)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we there yet x3)
I don't wanna wait no more
(Are we there yet x3)
I been on my way too long
(Are we there yet x3)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we there yet x3)
I don't wanna wait no more
(Yup x8)
[Outro: Crazy Groupie]
Girl: Oh, so you're really gon' keep sending me to voicemail like this? Like, for real? I don't understand, like, you [beep]ing with the wrong one. You keep [beep]ing with me, you wanna [bleep]ing lay with me, you wanna play with my head, you wanna do me dead [beep]ing wrong. But then you don't want to pick up the phone [call cuts] I'm dead-a** never f**ing with rappers again, like, all of this f**ing talk that you do—like, Smi, you're—honestly, your music is not that good [call cuts] honestly don't got f**ing time, you think I got time to just be [beep]ing calling you, every [beep]ing day? Getting sent to [beep]ing voicemail, like, that is [beep]ing [call cuts] but I'ma show you [beep]ing insane, dead-a**, for real. Bet it up. Call me back though