Monte Booker - Ballet lyrics

[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 ballet (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 ballet (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 ballet (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] (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