2019 lyrics

[Verse: Baby Smoove]
I feel like Superman, she off Percs, she gon' bite me
I think I'm Baby Smoove, not 2020, 2019
I put a lot of lean in my cream soda, it taste like ice cream
I made a quarter mil' this week, you was at home playin' MyTeam
I don't got no feelings, sike, naw, I do a lil' bit
I told her ass she give me an M, she can get a kiss
Throwin' bullets at some pus*y n*ggas, I'll never miss
That sh*t taste like my toothpaste, I can't drink Tris
Fifty with a switch, when I come, you better hit the floor
Soon as you think a n*gga done, here come fifty more
Been donе shot you in your wrist soon as you tried to use your pole
Elеven hundred for my hoodie, swear to God I bought eleven more
I could put you on, I can make you rich
I can get you killed, I can send a— yeah
The millions comin' in, sh*t, now I'm feelin' rich
It ain't nowhere that I can go, everybody want a pic
I eat wagyu steak, she can get filet
Them n*ggas broke as hell, have his man set the play
I got head in Florence, that sh*t feel amazing
How you know she f*ckin' everybody and that don't make you angry?
Your BM don't like you, she wish that was my baby
Forty pairs of Amiris, each one twelve-eighty
I eat lamb chops, she feed me dessert like a baby
And I'm ridin' around with my dirty chopper, it do favors
[Outro: Baby Smoove]
And I'm ridin' around in a new Bimmer
And my new b*tch, she gon' do whatever
Fran', Franchise, Franchise