[Intro: Baby Smoove]
(Will, stop playin' with these n***as)
Face too much
[?] too much

[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
I'm in so deep
I got both legs in the streets
I keep nothin' but choppers with me
I like big steaks when I eat
I can't choose
I'm tryna order Jacks from the booth
Shit, I be proud of me, too
Got it out the mud, boy, I'm proof
You n***as so broke
I wear Montcler when it's cold
'Bout to put Dior on my ho
I might roll up a whole 'bow
Who got the Wock'? Let's drop
I won't hesitate, you get popped
A n***a talkin' loose, he gettin' socked
Still doin' fraud for my [?]
Still doin' fraud with my knot

[Verse 1: Baby Smoove]
Still hold it down for my block
Hell nah, I can't stop, tell my son I'm all that he got
I mess with readers, not Pacs
I stop the lane when I drop
Bad bitches callin' by thе flock
I woke up to the fat ass knot
I woke up to a fat ass drop
Told hеr take somethin', I think not
I've been livin' upper echelon
My bitch hate I'm [?] non chalant
I'm in deep, this shit for real
This juggin' shit is a skill
I ain't even really tryna sign or get a hundred phones, that's a deal
[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
I'm in so deep
I got both legs in the streets
I keep nothin' but choppers with me
I like big steaks when I eat
I can't choose
I'm tryna order Jacks from the booth
Shit, I be proud of me, too
Got it out the mud, boy, I'm proof
You n***as so broke
I wear Montcler when it's cold
'Bout to put Dior on my ho
I might roll up a whole 'bow
Who got the Wock'? Let's drop
I won't hesitate, you get popped
A n***a talkin' loose, he gettin' socked
Still doin' fraud for my [?]
Still doin' fraud with my knot

[Verse 2: Drego]
Man
I'm still doin' hits with my Glock
I'm still pourin' drank in my pop
I can't sleep
What we did to the opps?
All of the judgin', numbers we done dropped
You like gettin' Zotti pack? Then come shop
I feel like Smoove, a few in a coupe
We never gon' lose
Ooh, I can't choose, her friend wanna fuck with me, too
I knew the love was fake but I ain't want n***a be true
And if you stand too long then I'm gon' cover my [?]
Need patience, I'm [?] up, fiends gettin' died to damn, what the fuck?
N***as comin' home snitchin' to they mans, ain't gettin' winnin'
Damn, man, the streets different, need to pay attention
Rubber banded them tensions, I'll run it up like fitness
I'm gettin' real money, I put a price on your mans
Might hit a lean junkie, I put some price on your head
And this pain still ain't new to me, I just drive the new rent
LL Cool J, I got too deep in
[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
I'm in so deep
I got both legs in the streets
I keep nothin' but choppers with me
I like big steaks when I eat
I can't choose
I'm tryna order Jacks from the booth
Shit, I be proud of me, too
Got it out the mud, boy, I'm proof
You n***as so broke
I wear Montcler when it's cold
'Bout to put Dior on my ho
I might roll up a whole 'bow
Who got the Wock'? Let's drop
I won't hesitate, you get popped
A n***a talkin' loose, he gettin' socked
Still doin' fraud for my [?]
Still doin' fraud with my knot