Okay, my shows like that My flows like that My shoes like that I glows like that My momma and my daddy and my bros like that I can't believe your ho chose like that Aw, he ain't like that I'm froze like that Cold as a shoulder, forty below like that Talk crazy when I'm the one that got your whole life lit I know a few niggas that really don't like that Girbauds on strap Just went independent, I make more like that Your new shit make me think I really don't like rap Two bitches on the pole, but I don't vote like that They both [?] Damn, I'm tighter than titties that shawties cop before they drop Bitches be lyin', the BBLs got me hot Niggas felines, the NFL gotta stop I wasn't even tryin', she threw me bottoms off top Okay, okay, it's Smeezy Mane That boy that's singing like he think he T-Pain He too vain, bitch, I'm the vessel, my blood hotter than Frank's Hot Sauce AND1, swish, still made it in the paint Top boy like Dushane and Sully in the range Operating these plays, feel like he Tommy Brady Crazy commas make 'em accommodate me Lazy bitches don't get the time of day from me Like good luck 2017, I dropped my album, man, I put on 2018, I dropped another one, it went gold 2019, I made a couple songs with J. Cole 2020, I ain't catch corona, 'cause I'm too cold 2021, I made a milli' off my new clothes 2022, my Luv 4 Rent, but shit, it got sold 2023, and I'm still fucking these hoes Oh, and I forgot - a hundred thousand tickets on tour You gotta give me my roses Through the bullshit, I'm still ballin', young Smi' Rose You ain't gotta choose on me, baby girl, I'm chosen Jill Scott cookies in the blunt, bitch, life golden