Smiley – 38

Smiley – 38 Lyrics

Artist: Smiley
Song: 38

(Tay Keith, f#ck these n#gg#s 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
b#tch, I feel like Jessie James

My mind is steady trippin’, hope this weed will eat my brain
b#tch, I hope it simulate my brain
T’d up in the cut, I call it mister getaway
My crodie buss an AP, but I told ’em show a plane

‘Cause it’s plane jane sky [?] twenty K, n#gg#
We kick your door, n#gg#, everybody on the floor, n#gg#
Boy if you trappin’ in this b#tch, answer your phone, n#gg#
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 n#gg#s got cold feet
I was trappin’ by Troby’s, I started with an OZ
My b#tch caught me cheatin’, had to blame it on the brodie
Losin’ friends, find a piece, sh#t 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

f#cked her on my B-day, MK on the three-way
She wanna come the live way, I’m tired, f#cked her sideways
She gonna my side b#tch, 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 f#cked her then I dissed it, yeah

She wanna suck on [?], she a groupie
And it was me that filmed that b#tch, like I’m Omji
And my money only clean once in the laundry
Draco got a fat #ss clip, gotta it Cardi

Bro-Bro in the cut and he bring it in the party
I f#ck with her, she think she grown, yeah
My brother son is like my own, gang, huh
Watch your mouth, watch your tone, b#tch, huh

She f#ck 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 [?]
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 [?]
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From the album:
Buy or Bye 2 [Clean]
Release Year: 2016