J Trilla - Smackdown Lyrics

All my bitches Barbies
And these niggas fw brats now
All my bitches buggin
Hit it raw
It's a smackdown
Yeah I'm touching money
Youngboul getting to the racks now
And I got a pretty bitch
Yeah she got her ass out
Yeah she got a big old ass
And I might f*ck around and hit it
I ain't fw no snitch
Cuz we gon catch em
Like it's quidditch
And If he feelin froggy,
Tell that pussy nigga ribbit
Shoot em
Give a ribbon
Cuz it's a stupid game that he winnin
Yeah I'm jus gettin the chicken,
Hand it out like Popeyes
They used to say that I'm top 10
Nah
I'm top 5
Niggas don't even got jewels..
Wanna cop mine ?
Tryna grab a ruby chain
Shit redder than a stop sign
Shout out to Ohio,
All my niggas in Columbus
Slide out there
And let a Skeezer blow me like a trumpet
Well damn nigga f*ck it
Mr get a bucket
Pretty bitch tryna suck it
While we out in public
She do this shit at Applebee's
She do this shit at Friendlys
Now this bitch is gettin mad at me
Cuz I ain't hit in Denny's
Every time she see me
She gon blow me til I'm empty

But ion pay her no mind.
I'm just focused on them benjis
Focused on the guala
Hoop like iguodala
Tryna get a bigger dollar
F*ckin w a nigga
Cuz a nigga spittin proper
Talking shit on my gang
Get you fried like a lobster
Beat his ass w my hands
Since he proud like he Oscar

But f*ck it I need a Grammy
I'm Serving these niggas grannys
I'm chilling back, damn,
That boul he outta hammy
I got a bad bitch over my crib,
But don't understand me
Cuz if she did,
She'd know I do this for my family
All my niggas out here grinding
F*ckin w me all of the time
BeCuz a nigga timeless