Relaxho - Smashin (feat. IvanThaP, Kartier Da Plug & YN Top)

Ayy, yeah, she said she love me Don't know what that means
I'm the type to sell a bitch a dream to make her happy
Pussy niggas mad, they can't catch me
Nigga, you won't never catch me lackin
Why the fuck you got that pole, you ain't gon' use it
Niggas useless, we know you ain't gon' shoot it
You not gon' let that bitch blow, you ain't no shooter
You freezing up, pussy nigga you looking stupid
When you see a nigga rolling, better get up out the way
Nigga bag back, I ain't got shit to say
Got no time today, getting paid all kind of ways
You ain't getting shit for free, bitch, you gotta pay
We gon' catch a op, roll em up, smoke one
Get the bag, we on the moves, to get that job done
These niggas losers cause they ass ain't even drop none
Get that location, bet you I'ma drop some
She said she love me, whatever that is
Just because I let you have my son don't make you that bitch
You don't need to look like that for real, you just a catfish
Waving all them guns on Instagram, but out here lacking
Every time I slide, I need a front and a back end
Brodie outta town, I told him, "call me when the pack land"
Police mad, they ain't gon get the plates, because I'm smashing
Niggas sad and they be in they feelings cause I'm stacking
If I pay a dollar per MG, then bitch, I'm taxing
Better get your own man before we leave him in the past tense
He ain't really ready for that beef, he was that tense
Me and Nick, was really in the trap, trying to stack ten
Nigga, I don't know you if we wasn't clicking back then
Say you want some smoke, well nigga pull up with the strap then
Say _, but they caught that nigga strapped in
Kartier the hood pharmacist, you better tap in
Nah, I'm never lacking
When 12 was on my ass, left they ass in the past tense
Shipping all these packs, they always ask me for the tracking
I'm always in the stu, she wanna come, but I'm rapping
My lil' bro scamming, he always get them racks in
The feds too hot, you know I had to stop trapping
I might be capping, always hit that road
Bro told me there's too many fiends, let's give him two phones
In the 11th grade, B-O-E, I was trying to get chains
Shit changed, cars and houses, I upped them things
Really made a name in the city, trying to flip them trees
If the bitch ain't tryna fuck she not coming, she gotta leave
She gotta leave
Wasn't trying to run it, but I knew it was a breeze
Run up, then we gun him with the motherfucking beam
Wasn't trying to son him, but I guess its what it seems
Loyal to the gang, gotta do it for the team
Fuck boy, what a shame, you was lying through your teeth
It was cold up in the rain, so I had to grab the heat
And it took a lot of pain, just to change up what I see
Used to smoke a 8th a day, now I smoke a pound a week
You would think I was insane, the way I'm blowing all this tree
Bitch I always been the same, always been the same me
How the fuck they change, but say we on the same team

Written by:
CLARK ESTRELLA, IVAN MAY, KHALIL SHOMO, YONAS NEREA

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