Monte Booker - Griffey lyrics

[Verse] Smeezy Where you been at? Cause you ain't been around I ain't seen you in the town In a minute Heard you been puttin' it down But we miss you at the Crib right now But, I get it yeah I get it gotta get it caus it's No handouts [B Section] n***a too hot damn Boy go pull the fire alarm My boo she badder three lil' kids home alone Look like I cash out but she get that sh** on her own I blow her back out And she fix me cream of wheat Bring the whole trap out My n***as gone eat with me I wear my bucket it mop all this sauce I been drippin' Only Jr. wit this many hits is my n***a Ken Griffey The youngest and dumbest stomach rumbling dammit I'm hungry Pay me in cash or I'm not gone be coming Simple as that n***as stupid or somethin' They love me I'm cupid or somethin' [Hook] You can catch me in the cut wit a bad red thang you never seen Got the oil my cup Bro chill Don't spill my Vavoline Hot sh** in the drop blowin' chop sticks Eyes all Japanese Jumpin' in the function Got it jumpin' in the function Jumpin' in the function [Verse 2] Smeezy Where you been at? Cause you ain't been around I ain't seen you in the town In a minute Heard you been puttin' it down But we miss you at the Crib right now But, I get it yeah I get it gotta get it caus it's No handouts (B Section) n***a too hot damn Boy go pull the fire alarm My boo she badder three lil' kids home alone Look like I cash out but she get that sh** on her own I blow her back out And she fix me cream of wheat Bring the whole trap out My n***as gone eat with me I wear my bucket it mop all this sauce I been drippin' Only Jr. wit this many hits is my n***a Ken Griffey The youngest and dumbest stomach rumbling dammit I'm hungry Pay me in cash or I'm not gone be coming Simple as that n***as stupid or somethin' They love me I'm cupid or somethin' [Hook] You can catch me in the cut wit a bad red thang you never seen Got the oil my cup Bro chill Don't spill my Vavoline Hot sh** in the drop blowin' chop sticks Eyes all Japanese Jumpin' in the function Got it jumpin' in the function Jumpin' in the function [Verse 3] All about the revenue Something that you never knew Cause this sh** got so much soul off in it Whole thang feel like Shang Tsung Mortals in combat with the coppers on the block where I was brought up That's enough to make me go the extra mile Like I missed the exit Tank never get empty Never been hesitant Always been heaven-sent Up in the function Still Young Dumb Nem