[Intro]
You now rockin' with a DJ Don production

[Chorus]
Smiling faces sometimes
Pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within

[Verse 1]
O-o-okay I'm on it, n***as know that I'm on it
I ain't too big on posin', but hater, picture me rollin'
My neck and my wrist be frozen, diamonds on somethin' golden
I'm dope and be spittin' potent, Pro' hotter than somethin' stolen
They be like that n***a holdin', swangin' and comin' down
The coldest thing in my city, bitch, even in summer time
Some n***as used to be knockin', I pull up like, "What up now?"
See now is my trunk that's knockin', shit sound like a drummer line
And it's thumpin' it be like, uh
System kickin', it sound like a hostage up in my trunk
And my team in the buildin', its poppin', we got it crunk
VIP, every hand got a bottle in it
Rose and a lotta women, while the haters just watch us winnin'
Man, I hate these ho boppin' n***as, who pretend like they partners with ya
But they hate, bro, 'cause ya weight up and they ain't your partners, they out to get ya
Fuck them, I can't stop them, killin' on the road, boy, I'm pilin' paper
Too high to look down on haters, my throne a hunnid miles away from these—
[Chorus]
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof

[Verse 2]
O-o-okay you see it, ho, I know that you see it
These VVSs is gleamin', this candy paint at its sweetest
My nephew, he gettin' older, so more dinero I need it
So on that corner I'm grindin', in Texas, we call this bleedin'
He killin', I can't believe it, Pro' be spittin' that fire
These swanggers is lookin' class and they pokin' out of my tires
The freshest one in my class And these rappers hope I expire
But you winnin' that is never, this in your dreams, no Maliah
I'm floatin' can't get no higher, double cup celebration
This DJ Screw in my styra', drank-drank-drankin', drankin', drankin'
'Til I'm passin out like a flyer
Stunnin' on 'em, years I've been modest
And now I'm king in this bitch, and they can't do shit about it
These n***as talk 'bout a movement, but it wouldn't be shit with out 'em
Shout out my n***as that's movin', I see you n***as, keep grindin'
A couple rappers is losin' and thinkin' beef is the option
But ain't no dissin', my n***a, 'cause when I see you, its poppin', I'm turnin'

[Chorus]
Smiling faces (To frowns), smiling faces sometimes (Haha, yeah)
They don't tell the truth (It's Pro')
Smiling faces, smiling faces (DJ Don, n***a)
Tell lies and I got proof (Ridin' with me for life, boy)