Smash - Rob $tone, Gucci Mane

Smash - Rob $tone, Gucci Mane

  • Year of release: 2017
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:48

Below is the lyrics of the song Smash , artist - Rob $tone, Gucci Mane with translation

Lyrics " Smash "

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Smash

Rob $tone, Gucci Mane

Rob $tone

Gucci

Now I just smash on ‘em, press the gas on ‘em, make it hurt

Poppin' xans up in my Squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt

Then I just spazz on ‘em, throw my cash on ‘em, Louis shirt

Drop some bands all on this, skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt

Now I just smash on ‘em, press the gas on ‘em, make it hurt

Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt

Then I just spazz on ‘em, throw my cash on ‘em, Louis shirt

Drop some bands all on this, skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt

Now watch me break a bag on ‘em, flip this cash on ‘em

I just swag on ‘em, bitches hate me ‘cause I always bag on ‘em

I done made so many racks had to finesse the tax on it

My new garments cost a leg and you best bet she bad homie

Turn my swag on, you niggas mad phony

Watch the gas for me, when I hop out, bet I hop out bag on me

When you pop off we gon' pop shots and won’t break a sweat on it

And I be feeling like the man when I got fifty bands on me

Bring your friends over, girl come get this player potion

Young Rob $tone gon' bust it down and you gon' do your dance for me

Don’t be scared, show me, I’ma hot shot, rare homie

I’m papa player on it, I’m gon' pop these bands up on it

Now I just smash on ‘em, press the gas on ‘em, make it hurt

Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt

Then I just spazz on ‘em, throw my cash on ‘em, Louis shirt

Drop some bands all on this, skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt

Now I just smash on ‘em, press the gas on ‘em, make it hurt

Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt

Then I just spazz on ‘em, throw my cash on ‘em, Louis shirt

Drop some bands all on this, skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt

Gucci Mane and Rob $tone so get your mob on

Got on all these diamond chains but still don’t get your head blown

Call me quickdraw McGraw, I shoot you through your headphones

I’m from Zone 6 East Atlanta but call it the bread zone

When a rich nigga DM your BM, she on tour with no per diem

Guwop smash ‘em, thick or slim

Came with them but left with him

CEO got major paper, I’m a walking record label

Payola under the table, Wizzop the new Tony Draper

Innovating, real estating, bought it just to renovate it

You just a lil rental baby, you get dick for dinner baby

Come hang with the winner baby

Ice cold as the winter baby

Soon as Gucci enter all the tenders hyperventilating

Now I just smash on ‘em, press the gas on ‘em, make it hurt

Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt

Then I just spazz on ‘em, throw my cash on ‘em, Louis shirt

Drop some bands all on this, skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt

Now I just smash on ‘em, press the gas on ‘em, make it hurt

Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt

Then I just spazz on ‘em, throw my cash on ‘em, Louis shirt

Drop some bands all on this, skrt, then threw my grams right up her skirt

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