Smino - Blu Billy

Smino love ya
Shit
Lil Monte on the beat, you got it on repeat
Word out in the street is Zero got the heat
Shit, uh (come on)

I know hittas, I know dealers
I know girls that set up niggas
I know preachers, I know healers
And I really don't feel no difference
We all hustlers, blue billy
We conditioned, by conditions
Capitalistic, read through the lipstick
Shit that they make up, make us forget shit
I beat yo' face up, if ain't no paystub by Friday
(I want my motherfucking check, nigga)
(You better quit playing with me) that's real
(I swear to God, I'll come blow this bitch up) look
Don't wanna lay up
As-salamu alaykum
In L.A.

I see you came with empty styrofoam, it's cool
I pour in your cup, shorty insane
That's how I know she got that juicy fruit, want her guts
Chewin' and smackin', I'm actually enjoying the action
That coochie be packing a punch (ow)
We F'in to Lloyd in the May weather
Got the box and now she wanna ring
Selfish, I don't wanna share
Baby, better off by myself, yada mean?
Blacker the berry, Burberry sheets
This the best version I seen of me
Candy paint coupe but don't think it's sweet
Y'all better worry 'bout my unreleased
Baby don't wait 'til I'm outta reach
(Hello?)

I know hittas, I know dealers
I know girls that set up niggas
I know preachers, I know healers
And I really don't feel no difference
We all hustlers, blue billy
We conditioned, by conditions
Capitalistic, read through the lipstick
Shit that they make up, make us forget shit
I beat yo' face up, if ain't no paystub by Friday, bitch
(I want my motherfucking check, nigga)
(You better quit playing with me) for real though
(I swear to God, I'll come blow this bitch up) look
Don't wanna lay up
As-salamu alaykum
In L.A.

Busy you, busy me
Like how busy could busy be?
Hardly catching Z's
No fatigue
Hate it when it rains, Missy E
Nefertiti Chain, oh, she deep
Eat her with a spoon, call her Reese
Then we fuck and burn them calories
I couldn't give you a better reason
Fuck with you 'cause you fuck with me
Fuck with me, yeah, you fuck with Smi
Told them girls to beat it, Shelia E
Eat a D this the E-N-D
Pnd playing on the speaks
Smi-e O-big (she said)

I know hittas, I know dealers
I know girls that set up niggas
I know preachers, I know healers
And I really don't feel no difference
We all hustlers, blue billy
We conditioned, by conditions
Capitalistic, read through the lipstick
Shit that they make up, make us forget shit

She said, "Smino, love you"
Entreprenigga, Entreprenigga
I did it all on my own
Entreprenigga, Entreprenigga
I did a lot on my own
Entreprenigga, I'm just a nigga
I did it, uh
Entreprenigga, Entreprenigga
I put the clip in, I pulled the trigga'
I made the whole gun, I'm Smith & Wess' them
Stay with the bro bro, yeah, with the bredrin
Stay with the throat goat, greatest Excedrin
She ain't no ho, I'm just a legend
This ain't no promo, this is a present

I know Smino love ya

Written by:
Ahmanti Booker, Amari Lewis, Christopher Smith Jr., Michael Neil, Nathan Foley

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