38 - Smiley, Pressa

[Intro: Pressa &

Lil Juice

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

I keep a Glock, a .38, uh

I keep a Glock, a .38, uh

I keep a Glock, a .38, uh

I keep a Glock, yeah, uh

I keep a Glock, a .38

I bought a brick, I’m in the trap but only came with 28 grams total

Bitch, I feel like Jessie James

My mind is steady trippin', hope this weed will eat my brain

Bitch, I hope it simulate my brain

T dub in the cut, I call him mister getaway

My crodie buss an AP, but I told 'em show a plane

'Cause it’s plane jane sky twenty K, nigga

We kick your door, nigga, everybody on the floor, nigga

Boy if you trappin' in this bitch, answer your phone, nigga

Catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter

I was out there trappin' all night, came home to cold dinners

I was out there ballin' all night, no one to coach me

My junkie fiendin' all night, gave him a bogie

Jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy

So shoutout crodie 'cause half of these niggas got cold feet

I was trappin' by Troby’s, I started with an OZ

My bitch caught me cheatin', had to blame it on the brodie

Losin' friends, find a piece, shit gettin' lonely

Buy or Bye loadin', I’m still here recordin'

They gotta be jokin', I’m on beats floatin'

I’m over here exploadin', we over here explorin'

Took her on the P. J., had her wearin' PJ’s

Fucked her on my B-day, MK on the three-way

She wanna come the live way, I’m tired, fucked her sideways

She gonna my side bitch, this molly got me high pitched

Shooters in the next whip, called but I missed it

Bro said I’m gifted, he fell off, yeah, he drifted

She know I’m on a mission, I can’t explain the vision

She wanna wear Christian, I miss my brother Tristian

She wanna be my vixen, I fucked her then I dissed it, yeah

She wanna suck on, she a groupie

And it was me that filmed that bitch, like I’m Omji

And my money only clean once in the laundry

Draco got a fat ass clip, call it Cardi

Bro-Bro in the cut and he bring it in the party

I fuck with her, she think she grown, yeah

My brother son is like my own, gang, huh

Watch your mouth, watch your tone, bitch, huh

She fuck me with, she want a loan, yeah

I get her wet, I bring her on roads

My fiends high, just like a drone, huh?

My glizzy yell, it doesn’t moan, no

I love my gang, I love my bros, yeah

I love designer, love my loafs

It’s me and Pressa, she wanna chill, huh?

Pour up my cup, I like it filled, yeah

They do it solo, don’t need to