Atl Smook - Cant Be

If you're looking for me, I'm prolly where them racks be
I'm high every day of my life, you don't gotta ask me
I'm high every day of my life, don't think I'm landing
I swear this shit gotta work cuz I don't really got a plan B
Had to cut that bitch off, she ain't really understand me
Drop the top I cut the roof off, used to ride in Camrys
It was hot outside, so I pull the guap out and the money fan me
Thought you was my dawg, but you switched up got me like damn, it can't be

She calling my phone tryna link, but baby right now, I'm on the moon
Neck heavy from these cuban links, this water on me I could start a typhoon
I wake up, I put this shit on, I'm fresh to death til they put me in a tomb
With broke niggas can't get along, you ain't get the bag, the hell is you doin
I ride wit a hunnid round drum, you know we got more clips than a movie
Shawty she boot up go dumb
Shawty she boot up and show me some boobie
I'm the king and these niggas be pawns
I get em whacked, I don't gotta do it
They like Smook, what you been on
I just been counting this cash, I'm cooling
All of my bitches they bad, ok, I swear they cutest
Few times i had to take 12 on a chase mama told me to cool it
You know that I'm rude, was a bad ass jit swear i was a nuisance
All of my goons some ballhogs, they love to shoot

If you're looking for me, I'm prolly where them racks be
I'm high every day of my life, you don't gotta ask me
I'm high every day of my life, don't think I'm landing
I swear this shit gotta work cuz I don't really got a plan B
Had to cut that bitch off, she ain't really understand me
Drop the top I cut the roof off, used to ride in Camrys
It was hot outside, so I pull the guap out and the money fan me
Thought you was my dawg, but you switched up got me like damn, it can't be

Written by:
Caleb Alston

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