[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
I said I'm lemonade chill, with a hand squeeze feel
In the kitchen making sure the pantry's filled
Everybody wanna know bout what's going on next, but I'm never ever going into grand detail
What you boys gon' do when the stampede chills
Thinking bout the future and I can't keep still
Yo my cup runneth over need a damn refill
Keep a draw hundred dressing full of Plan B pills, and I'm
Getting better by the day
I've been running through the pressure, I ain't never been afraid
If I want it, I'ma get it, I don't let it get away
And as far as I'm concerned what you telling me they saying
They ain't never really say it, they ain't said it to my face
Ya'll be lying bout the women that you say that you been f**ing
Only thing you ever came, it was second in a race
Quit bullsh**ting, yeah she got the cake I just wanna cool whip it
All that inauthentic, [?] sound fool with it
In my bucket life, gotta couple strict rules in it
Number 1, follow your gut
Number 2, you ain't doing nothing wrong if it's fun
Number 3, if she bleeding put it all in her bu*t
And number 4, only one of those I follow is one, so
[Hook: Smoov Wooz] (x2)
One mo' gain, one mo' gain
One mo' gain, one mo' gain
Thought I'd tell you random f**ers with it
Guess I gotta tell em one mo' gain
[Verse 2: Smoov Wooz]
If the p**y head on, no Geico
Now they wonder where I come from Catenaccio
I'm the one these hating n***as looking at, crook-ed
Cos I could take your b**h like I study, crook-ed
I'ma saw you n***as even if Jerry tell me I'm not
Her father used to be hot, and bother with the same ho's wanna get my co*k
I swear, because I got the juice now, I drop the deuce now, sh** on n***as like, ugh!
Sorry couldn't make it to the potty
For the verse you gotta pay in mariachi, that's a bank if you didn't know
Man, I'm just tryna get a pocket full of Piccolo
Or you can check my ding-a-ling like a birthday candle, give my dick a blow (Pwhoo)
Nah mean, oh wait, she going down on me like a sink, her sh** thought I told you n***as before
Don't be a pain, I'm an eeyore
Guess I [?] on you n***as, I really be going in
I kick it [?] you n***as really making a master like with Kato on a keyboard
Listen to me with it, let me see you shake your booty cheeks
In slow motion, they call me Smoov Wooz
If you don't love it kick a bucket till your toes broke in
[Hook: Smoov Wooz] (x2)
One mo' gain, one mo' gain
One mo' gain, one mo' gain
Thought I'd tell you random f**ers with it
Guess I gotta tell em one mo' gain
[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
It still tricking if you got it (got it)
Ya'll pay for p**y only if these ho's bought it (bought it)
Some of these girls p**y really got some mileage, and I love it when I feel like I don't wanna get up out it
Then these ho's hit your a** with a baby for the summer (what?!)
Hang up the phone like, "b**h, wrong number!"
These girls want a ring, with a big stone under
b**h can't rise like a flintstone hummer, listen
Gone with that Beyonce sh**, you ain't my fiance b**h
You're f**ing up feng shui b**h, I'm hot like a sun ray b**h
You're throwing shade but in a Hyundai b**h, really?
I dropped outta Cooley High, I'm still stunting in some gucci slides
I'm watching New Jack, and they cry when Pookie die
That's what you get when you rant into a suit and tie, it's a homicide
I pa**ed the holding jet harlow, came up n***as slam Cadillac cars though
I dumb it through the cheque real fargo, ho's want a n***a pay the bills in the condo
I told that b**h to stick her head down a sharks throat
Pimp sh** n***a, where your heart though?
We bout to get that long money like hard folk
Don't make my n***as draw the heat like a O Show
[Hook: Smoov Wooz] (x2)
One mo' gain, one mo' gain
One mo' gain, one mo' gain
Thought I'd tell you random f**ers with it
Guess I gotta tell em one mo' gain