[Intro: Baby Smoove]
Startin' to see
I'm startin' to see space— uh
I'm startin' to see who she tryna be, she still gon' fuck with me
I'm startin' to see who they tryna be, you know I (Yeah)

[Verse: Baby Smoove]
I'm startin' to see spaceships all on Bankhead just like Fabo did
I don't even want a bitch, he gon' buy her a purse and he gon' get her a wig
My son gon' say he grew up watchin' me win just like MJ kid
They couldn't believe I went spent that with Alex, I just went did it again
Lil' n***a ain't my kin, ain't one of the guys, don't even call me twin
Fightin' that case and I beat it, ever since then, I don't even like FNs
I don't even know them n***as, I don't know what y'all sayin', how a n***a snitch on his m—
I don't even know them n***as, I don't know what y'all sayin', how a n***a snitch on his man?
Soon as I up this bitch, I'm gon' start sprayin', better hit the floor with your hands
I was fucked up on them bars, I lost my mind, I'll never lose it again
I was fucked up on them bars, shit broke me down, shit'll never break me again
I was fucked up on them bars, shit broke me down, shit'll never—
It's big, big, big, big, big, big-body Benz when we roll around
When you down bad, you gon' see who really with you, you see through fake smiles
He think did somethin', he went to Hutch and spent him ten thousand
I think I did somethin', where I grew up, just bought me ten houses
Lil' mama gon'— she hit the PIN, I think it's gon' deposit
I think I did somethin', where I grew up, just bought me ten houses
She think she did somethin', she moved away like we don't count the mileage
He think did somethin', he went to— yeah
That shit don't count, a n***a went to Hutch, he spent him ten thousand
She from New York, she moved to the Yams, she tryna reset the mileage
Yeah, I'm gettin' money, but I need a little more, I need ten million thousand
I'm ridin' 'round with a whole lotta rounds, you know I get to wildin'
They don't want no smoke, they tryna backdoor they mans, shit somewhere up probably
I'm rich as hell, ain't none of us gangster, we don't even condone violence
His boo hit me, got fifty for a verse, mm-mm, she sound childish
I'm a real P, she in here 'cause I ain't trippin', my songs be like a Bible
[Outro: Baby Smoove]
N***a, my songs be like a Bible
I'm a real P, she in here 'cause I ain't— Smoove
I'm a real P
I'm a real n***a
I'm a real dog, we'll put you on a shirt for all that actin' childish