"Smack DVD" lyrics
"Smack DVD"
(feat. Kanye West)
[SAINt JHN:]
Thought you was ready for the jet talk (Jet talk)
And I thought you was ready for the switchblade (Switchblade)
This that Audemars, come with the square mind (Square mind)
And the Rolex come with the big face
Waow, waow, waow, waow, waow, waow, waow, waow
Wobble loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
We turnt up loud, we runnin' wild
For the gang, for the crown, for the team, for the town
Make my trap niggas proud
She's goin' down, down, down, down
Ridin', showin' me the money, givin' me the handstand
Showin' me finesse moves, givin' me the grand plan
I don't understand now, I don't understand now
Nigga, Smack DVD, I'm standin' here inside the streets
I ain't hear a lil' boy, thirty niggas, thirty deep
Biggie standin' with the sticks, bitches grittin' on they teeth
Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release
I got diamond 'round my neck, twenty thousand
Pay me my respect, pullin' hund's up
Tell a nigga "Yeah, you are not a threat"
Frighten a nigga, yeah, bust it, no regret
Nigga, choppa goin' acapella, rock the roof for really
I might spend a quarter milli', bein' broke is my Achilles
Nigga, bought the fuckin' duty-free
Liqour that I'm buyin' for some niggas that I only see inside of me, I light it
I'm not sayin' this shit is top ten, but I been lit
And I just took my ex back 'cause it's vintage
I got the 'Rari outside and it's tinted, it's sun tinted
Never have to squint when you glimpse in
Nigga, Smack DVD, I'm standin' here inside the streets
I ain't a hear a lil' boy, thirty niggas, thirty deep
Biggie standin' with the sticks, bitches grittin' on they teeth
Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release
[Kanye West:]
(Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh)
Boy, Smack DVD, I got to pull with the creed
Got to pull up on a creek, got to find out where it be
How they trap with the streets (Streets)
For the money, hit the field, better put on Yeezy cleats
Take me up, take me up, they say, "'Ye, you done enough"
Boy, I ain't done enough until we run the number up
Man, you talkin' 'bout me, but oh, yeah, I'm a thug
Man, you talkin' 'bout the president, I call the number up
Man, you talkin' 'bout Elon, I call the number up
Man, you talk about Kim K, you know you effin' up
Could you talk to the mayor, 'bout Breonna Taylor?
I talked to the president for her, givin' my life to the Lord
Smack DVD, if we extinct, then what are we?
Gotta cease with the murders, gotta pull up with the fleet
It's a thousand black babies gettin' murdered every day
They don't know where to go, how to build a plan A
Okay, Ye, this is me, what they gonna say to me?
I'm the only one out here that really gettin' free
Gotta build a family, how to build a family
It's a do or damn way, everything that I pray, uh
[SAINt JHN:]
Nigga, Smack DVD, I'm standin' here inside the streets
I ain't a hear a lil' boy, thirty niggas, thirty deep
Biggie standin' with the sticks, bitches grittin' on they teeth
Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release
Writer(s): Ronald O'Neil Jr. Spence, Carlos St. John Phillips, Kanye Omari West
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- SAINt JHN Lyrics
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