Smh lyrics

I know too much
I can’t help the truth
That’s just the way my head set up
Make my bed get up and never let you know wassup
Heard it’s Ramadan but she still hit me up to f*ck
Smh at all of y’all you almost had me done

Out here sneaking dubs while you n*ggas getting dubbed
Too busy turning purse snatchers into real n*ggas from the sub
Too busy giving enemies a lil more to do than just suck
Eyes wide on my enterprise n*ggas sleep on me til it’s up
I been gazing in the mirror different
Everything they think it ain’t none
Rather love me for me than to love me cuz you won’t
Still pretty in my black suit
I took the mask off cuz I’m glamorous b*tch
But I know you’d probably be enamored by any n*gga in a Phantom
This sh*t got me on 2 thousand 10
Damn
Villa by the sand
Chico pistol in his hand
Couple grips and honey dips to keep a n*gga tranquil
Bust a b*tch a tankful
Then get my f*cking bank full
Eyes wide and angled
Paranoia Pablo
My peace been in shambles
Chicken noodle with the hot sauce in my Campbell’s
Sick of all the weak sh*t
Sick of all the cameras
I know too much
I can’t help the truth
That’s just the way my head set up
Make my bed get up and never let you know wassup
Heard she gave me up for Lent
So take her back for what
Smh at all of y’all you almost had me done n*gga

Hard to know me well and just be friends
Almost made you mine but f*ck I forgot to hit send
Too much on my mind to be f*ckin with potential
Run up my essentials the pus*y an expense
I don’t think I ever came back from the trench
Whiskey by the water
Wash away and get me bent
b*tches only value me for dollars and some di*k
Got me sick
Hit her guts then keep the blade gripped
Know too much
I can’t help the truth
That’s just the way my head set up
Make my bed get up and never let you know wassup
Heard you told your n*gga you got drunk and let me f*ck
Smh at all of y’all you almost had me done