Smith-Schuster lyrics

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Model hoes blowin' up my telephone (Model hoes)
Like how I sell, YSL cologne (YSL)
BucksClan, we them n*ggas, yeah, it's set in stone (Set in stone)
Free my n*ggas locked and I miss my n*ggas dead and gone (Miss my n*ggas)
Amiri jeans saggin', Louis V 'round my pelvic bone ('Round my pelvis)
n*gga, this Versace, better watch what you steppin' on (Watch what you steppin' on)
Hoppin' out a Tesla, I forgot I f*ckin' left it on (Damn, this sh*t still on)
I be quick to dog all these b*tches y'all be stressin' on (Dog all these b*tches)
I be quick to flex on y'all n*ggas, get my wrestle on
Yeah, big foreign whips, yeah, we all turnin' (Big foreign)
Big 'Woods, lot of gas, yeah, we all burnin' (Lot of gas)
I got Fendi eyes all on my f*ckin' sternum (Fendi eyes on me)
All these blues that I got, I had to f*ckin' earn 'em (All these blues, I had to earn 'em)
On Rodeo with my n*ggas, finna make a purchase (Make a purchase)
In the club with some demons, they ain't even search us (Demons, they ain't search us)
n*ggas lyin', sayin' they ball, n*ggas Kendrick Perkins (n*ggas lyin')
I don't wanna do no song, n*gga, we ain't workin' (I don't wanna do no song)
Up lookin' for a bag when the roosters up (Lookin' for a bag)
I keep scorin' on these n*ggas like I'm boosted up (Scorin' on these n*ggas)
Stop braggin' 'bout these b*tches that I used to f*ck (That I used to f*ck)
Black and yellow Lam' truck, Smith-Schuster, huh? (Smith-Schuster)

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Huh, Smith-Schuster, huh? (Smith-Schuster, huh?)
I just let her grab the D, now she chewin' it (Now she chewin' it)
Couple bands for a verse or I ain't doin' it (On my mama)
Heard you pillow-talk to b*tches, I ain't cool with it (n*ggas weird)
When I take it out, she know what to do with it (Yeah, she do)
Mike Alstott, diamonds hittin', yeah, I'm bruisin' it (I'm bruisin')
Ain't no 1738, '42 in it ('42 in it)
She gon' do whatever in this Benz, yeah, it's hella tint (Yeah, she do)
My n*ggas need that pack in Muskegon, so I'm mailin' it (Yeah, I'm mailin' it)
If they get my homies in that jam, then we bailin' it (Yeah, we bailin' it)
I be posted in the hood more than AutoZone (More than AutoZone)
I got real n*gga all in my chromosomes (On my mama)
F&N with AK bullets, we gon' make it home (We gon' make it home)
BucksClan, unlimited bars, that's in every song (Every song)
With a bad b*tch in a Rolls, she from Babylon (From Babylon)
Palm Angels drippin' on my bones, I got hella clothes (Got hella clothes)
Every time I f*ck her, I be givin' her that Love Jones (That Love Jones)
Told her when she walk up in this crib, it ain't no phones (Hell nah)
Paid a thousand dollars for these jeans, b*tch, they two-tone (Two-tone)
I be ridin' 'round with real demons, I can't move wrong (Hell nah)
n*gga, we ain't goin' back and forth, this ain't ping-pong
Hit her from the back, I'm like, "How you keep them jeans on?" (The f*ck?)