[Intro]
Smokey's World
Ano Gang
Ahwoolay!

[Chorus]
If you ask me that lil' bitch is trippin'
She see us winnin', we ballin' like Wiggins
Broski, I bet she wants me to hit it
I play hard to get, so she say that I rigged it
I don't care what nobody gotta say
Your shit will get laced if you don't fuckin' stay paid
And if you ain't fuckin' with Halal, then that problem could easily get solved
Ahwoolay!

[Refrain]
My drip, my sauce, my flow, that's some southside shit
Big bro was there for me, so I gotta be there for his kid
My hitter he shoot for free, I ain't even gotta pay for the hit
Pull up with a drum on me, and you know what we rockin' wit'

[Verse 1]
Leave you where you lay
Trap out where you stay
As long as mom's straight, and the gang it stay paid
We got the juice, we shippin' crates
Smokey and 10K and my big bro Ace
For NSK, yeah, we do it bare face
Pull up, we sprayin', you'll think it's bear mace
Ain't no discussion, ain't nothin' to say
[Chorus]
If you ask me that lil' bitch is trippin'
She see us winnin', we ballin' like Wiggins
Broski, I bet she wants me to hit it
I play hard to get, so she say that I rigged it
I don't care what nobody gotta say
Your shit will get laced if you don't fuckin' stay paid
And if you ain't fuckin' with Halal, then that problem could easily get solved
Ahwoolay!

[Refrain]
My drip, my sauce, my flow, that's some southside shit
My drip, my sauce, my flow, that's some southside shit
Big bro was there for me, so I gotta be there for his kid
Pull up with a drum on me, and you know what we rockin' wit'

[Verse 2]
I'm where I wanna be
Now that I'm up, don't say that you wanted me
Kicked out the next morning, sorry, you gotta leave
Versace on my feet
These n***as, they copy me
These hoes, they swallow me
My shooter cock it back, and slap like a hockey team
Rollie but I need a Patek Philippe
Momma tryna save me
But she don't know that I'm in too deep
Demons always tryna fight in my sleep
He want beef, take him off of the street
Pull up like Iverson holdin' that three
Me and Smokey had that hoe on her knees
You know we some GOAT's, and we don't follow sheep
[Chorus]
If you ask me that lil' bitch is trippin'
She see us winnin', we ballin' like Wiggins
Broski, I bet she wants me to hit it
I play hard to get, so she say that I rigged it
I don't care what nobody gotta say
Your shit will get laced if you don't fuckin' stay paid
And if you ain't fuckin' with Halal, then that problem could easily get solved
Ahwoolay!