Ballet - Smino, Bari

Niggas be like, «Hey, what’s good, Smi', bruh?

I seen your little SoundCloud

pack or whatever.

Got you some little plays and shit.

Little comments and shit.

You got you some little fans too.

I guess you just doing your little thang,

huh?

I remember when you was a little nigga.»

I be like, «Bitch!

Get off my—dick!»

(Yeah) Keep my

Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad

(Yeah, yeah)

Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green

(Yeah, yeah)

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been on my wait too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been waiting way too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I don’t wanna wait no more

Yeah

This my shit

Every time I walk in, play my shit

Dark Liquor, dark shades, dark ass skin

Bright future so the booches wanna choose up quick

Yeah she want me to poke her mind, she a little freak-a-chu

Shockingly bad, little thang electrocute

(Oh, my God, Smi'—you like God, Smi'!)

Nah, don’t call me that

I be where the zombies at, insomniac

'Member sippin' lean in a clean white Pontiac, Bonneville

That’s before I lost the weight I had, no Jonah Hill

Running up a lonely hill, feeling like I fell off

Bosses take a L as a lesson, not a real loss

About to spark a L in the elevator, getting real elevated

Make my little bitch feel celebrated

I be all frigid just, bool la rouge

Got a boo right now she tryna Vo Lay Voo coo

Say a say squa

(Yeah) Keep my

Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad

(Yeah, yeah)

Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green

(Yeah, yeah)

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been on my wait too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been waiting way too long

(Are we there yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I don’t wanna wait no more

(Yeah) Keep my

Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad

(Yeah, yeah)

Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green

(Yeah, yeah)

Hoe ain’t no sleep, bitch we pull up pallets, uh

Remember cuzzo used to trap out the Galant, naw

Naw, I mean GaLLant

Read and react like I’m Marcus Trufant

I ain’t gone stop till I cop off the lot

Press buttons to start, yeah, I crash when I stop (Ooh)

Nigga too cool in the Cuban links

Bruh, you cool, nigga you with me

Muhfucka, you through if it’s you or me

Yeah I put that stone on her

Hard Rock Cafe took her dome from her

Red Cafe, this a shake down

Got the bitch bussin', got that moan from her

Yeah I had her assed up, face down

This dick ain’t free, got a loan from her

I don’t want her

Fuck around, gave her ass the wrong number

Nigga been hot all year like a long summer

Bread winning ahead, getting ahead

Give me the head, shawty be cool

Before I take it back like my Force 1s see through

Politicking with a little chicken saying we rude

Fuck the White house, this the ice house, igloo

I see no evil, I never switch up on my people

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been on my wait too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been waiting way too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I don’t wanna wait no more

(Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup)

Girl: Oh, so you’re really gon' keep sending me to voicemail like this?

Like, for real?

I don’t understand, like, you ing with the wrong one.

You keep ing with me, you wanna ing lay with me, you wanna play with my head,

you wanna do me dead ing wrong.

But then you don’t want to pick up the phone

I’m dead-ass never fucking with rappers again, like, all of this fucking talk

that you do—like, Smi, you’re—honestly, your music is not that good honestly

don’t got fucking time, you think I got time to just be ing calling you,

every ing day?

Getting sent to ing voicemail, like, that is ing but I’ma show

you ing insane, dead-ass, for real.

Bet it up.

Call me back though