Yung Sarim - Piped Up (feat. Smooviemsft)

Yeah

L-leave that b*tch on read unless she comin over
I got stacks in the back and some on the sofa
I got 700 horses in the f*ckin motor
And I got your trap jumpin with the Motorola
Postin on my story now she slide up
Keep a couple hoes I ain't tied up
Yeah my neck froze that's a diamond
Call her sunday morning get her piped up
Call her sunday morning get her piped up
Call her sunday morning get her piped up
Call her sunday morning get her piped up
C-call her sunday morning get her piped up

I got like a hundred songs on the laptop
Got the whole city love me like a mascot
She keep comin back so I give her backshots
Run through hoes like marathons you need to back off
I don't even got these b*tches names in my phone
Yea I'm gone, on the road, in the snow, posted tho
Keep that sticky on me like a post-it note
Yeah I piped yo girl you ain't posed to know
Yeah Sherpa hoodie on me I be drippin coze
My floor look like a wardrobe for her clothes
Hardest choice that I've ever had to know
Do I wanna whip the rarri or take the rolls
Yeah I'm all about that stretchin made her touch her toes
Uh keep that smith and wesson turn you to a ghost, yeah
Never stop impressin yeah I'm on a roll
Wake up every morning, new girl iont know

L-l-leave that b*tch on read unless she comin over
I got stacks in the back and some on the sofa
I got 700 horses in the f*ckin motor
And I got your trap jumpin with the Motorola
Postin on my story now she slide up
Keep a couple hoes I ain't tied up
Yeah my neck froze that's a diamond
Call her sunday morning get her piped up

Yeah, yeah, I get her piped up
Shawty wanna look at me crazy wanna wife up
No, n-n-no-no need to pipe down
You need to pipe down turn your lil a** around
Get out my crib fakers not tryna see em
All these n*ggas yeah, they wanna be me
But I'm not doing all this talkin, I'm bout my action b*tch I'm bout my walk-in
I'm bout my fractions, n*ggas need to stop stalkin
Get to the guala if you paper chasin then
Get to the money if you talkin dividends
But I just saw your ass at the mall just spendin
Just spendin that paycheck you just got
All those hours how you spend that on a f*ckin watch
I'm finna pipe the f*ck up and do me
Cause I worked my a** off stackin up this damn cheese
Smoove

L-l-leave that b*tch on read unless she comin over
I got stacks in the back and some on the sofa
I got 700 horses in the f*ckin motor
And I got your trap jumpin with the Motorola
Postin on my story now she slide up
Keep a couple hoes I ain't tied up
Yeah my neck froze that's a diamond
Call her sunday morning get her piped up
Call her sunday morning get her piped up
Call her sunday morning get her piped up
Call her sunday morning get her piped up
Call her sunday morning get her piped up

(It's your boy Yung Sarim on the tra)

Written by:
Jordan Ward, Sarim Hassan

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