Smoothie At Midnight - Larry June

Cardo got wings

Shh, Shh, Shh

Man, uh, uh

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

Shh, man, God

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

Took the stickers off the GT, first nigga whipping this

The Panamera cool, but I don’t think that it can fuck with this

Off top, press a button then I watch my spoiler lift

I know you think about me all the time, why you ain’t call the kid?

Touch down in Portland, had to kill em with my Nike shit

I bought these in Tokyo, I think they dropped in '96

I ain’t even tripping off dude, I know I’m that nig

Wiping off my rims, take my son to go get some Timbs

Thirty day run on the road, need half a mil'

If we do this shit under the table, we can do a deal

I don’t think I ever been in love, show me how it feel

Count a hundred thousand, wash my hands, then I plan a trip

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Yeah, damn

Count a hundred thousand, wash my hands, then I plan a trip

What’s happening?

Yeah

And that was just on sight, nigga

(Ay, I’ma keep it going)

Don’t check me bitch, check your credit score

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

Oh yeah, drop it right here, fuck it

Yee-hee

Man, good job

You gotta learn from it, bounce back from it, treat it like it’s nothing

Forty-mile drive from the crib, couple hundred tucked

Move in silence, gotta be a prophet, is it really worth it?

Wake up in the morning thinking dollars need, that’s a certain

I can only do so much, I’m only one person

Ever since I got my money up, everybody hurting

«June can I hold a couple dollars?

I see you up now»

And If I can’t do it then I’m fake, so fuck niggas now

I used to have a whole lotta friends, I got a check now

I used to have no whips at all, I got Vette now

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

Shh, man

God damn

Sock it to me

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

And bitch don’t play me bitch, play the lottery

(Numbers)

Bitch you might get lucky, know what I’m saying?

Numbers

Ay, ay, ay

Cardo what’s happening?

Mr. Midnight

Sock it to me