Smooth Lyrics

Man

We out here

Tryna be smooth

Freshly shaved skin

This ain't a WhittyWavs beat

But you know my man Whitty out here recording this shit though

It's hard out here

Baby ass

To be real smooth with it

Smooth

Is how I like to hit it

I might pass it to my bro and let him pipe the kitten

I'm getting loose, might be slurring words

I can still work my magic, just come and observe

Blue, is how we leave these bitches

Can't be fuckin' with you if you not with the badness

It's just the truth

And yeah, it might just hurt

How that ass going to swallow up a whole G-string

I walk with a limp, yeah it's just a G thing

Breaded up the chicken, and I licked the bones clean

Beat the pussy up, like Muhammad Ali

Okay, I'm fresh

Fresher than success

Straight out the pool, all Michael no Phelps

Jordan was the best, but now it's Lebron

Busting out reps to the tune of the song

Lurking Waka had me searching

For the right time to do wrong on purpose

Smoking hell of a weed, at 15 I purchased

People try to hate, but since then ain't heard it

Dick on steady

Nuts on heavy

Walk up in this shit, where the head

Bitch I'm ready

No, I'm not Freddy

But I keep the Ruger

Yeah I dropped the K, still got a gun to shoot ya

Like the movie "Looper"

Coming from the future

Surgical when I cut

So you going to need a suture

Only book I ever read is the Kamasutra

Yeah

Yeah

Tryna work with Pouya, tryna work with Jack

Harlow be the kid who put my city on the map

Shoutout to Tiller, RIP Mac

I might put My Morning Jacket on a track

You all be smoking crack

I be smoking gas

Ricky Bobby with the shits

You ain't first, then you last

When I pull up with the bag

Please don't ask no questions

I think I'm Michael Thomas way I'm catching these blessings

God damn, how the bass so fat

When I step up in the booth, I got a plan of attack

I put my heart up in the music like I'm singing some jazz

And if they don't like the sound La'Tray bring the beat back

Because

Smooth

Is how I like to hit it

I might pass it to my bro and let him pipe the kitten

I get loose, might be slurring words

I can still work my magic, just come and observe

Blue, is how we leave the bitches

Can't be fuckin' with you if you not with the badness

It's just the truth

And yeah, it might just hurt

Who dat who dat

Where my Erykah Badu at

I'm looking for a soul child like you gave 3-stacks

I mean that, so bring that

Fine looking ass back

Singing while I smack that

Like

Like

Didn't cha know, didn't cha know

I'm out of control, I'm losing my mind

The 502 come up finally run up in the house tonight

All my peoples been knowing that my rhymes is tight

I find a mic, defining what I'm on tonight

My mind is right, like diamonds shine

Define the vibe, to get it where I fit in

Yeah the spot is live

I shuck and jive

I fuck they wives

And your bitch looking sweet like a pumpkin pie

The crowd is here, the fear is gone

So you all go ahead and sing it

Like you know the song

Smooth

Is how I like to hit it

I might pass it to my bro and let him pipe the kitten

I'm getting loose, might be slurring words

I can still work my magic, just come and observe

Blue, is how we leave the bitches

Can't be fuckin' with you if you not with the badness

It's just the truth

And yeah, it might just hurt