They gon' call me Smith tonight
No, this is not Instagram, but this shit just got realed in
We smoking on pressure pack just to feel the feeling
Finna hit up Olive Oil Popeye I need spinach
It don't matter where I place in the race just know I finished
Late body got me scheming on the low
Cartel Pav, prolly out in Mexico
Latina mami wants my semen on the low
But I cannot trust nobody you can never get my loc
Location, I never play with a station
Get what you want while you waiting
I made it sing like Clay Aiken she aching
I'm screaming out double O
How could you forget the O
I'll never cut off my folk
I'am on my way to better thing
You crying about your ex, still
Cliam he in the trenches with the soldiers watch him exfil
Disappear I'am David Blaine
She wanna be up in my video, but it's not no game
Don't hate when I'm stacking rich
My racks getting stackable they hatin' that I'm stacking it
My money immaculate, OKAY
They gon' call me Smith tonight
No, this is not Instagram, but this shit just got realed in
We smoking on pressure pack just to feel the feeling
Finna hit up olive oil, popeye I need spinach
It don't matter where I place in the race you know I'm finished