2020 - Smoove'L

It’s 2020 bitch stay in ya bag

It’s 2020 stay in ya bag nigga

Fuck you waitin' for?

Don’t let anyone stop you

Nigga nobody!

I put it in this bitch, let me nut with one stroke

It’s hard to be rich and play broke

They be giving me a bikini in a bottle

And fries and a sprite a a side of some deep throat (give me head bitch)

Oh my oh my, she fleek, one of a kind, makeup beat

If you gotta choose between me and someone else, pick them I’ll leave (bye)

It’s 2020 (it's 2020), I end with the bullshit

I ain’t with the funny money, I got shooters with me movin' cautious

And you had a chance with me, too bad you lost it

And I don’t need no friendship, no I won’t force it

And I’m with them ootas ootas, gutaboon gutabow

And I don’t wanna pull out, at the same time I don’t want a child

Cause you know how these bitches be, they ain’t playin' fair, and they playin'

real foul

Don’t got no tolerance, sugar coat shit, bitch you better pipe down

Before I run up your shit

Got on my fit and go takin your flick

And I’m in my zone, you ain’t stopping it

It’s never no action, it’s straight politics

And that was just something to afford a stick, they be throwing and tagging his

shit

Watch how I pull up with a pole tucked, you son of a bitch

And I’m really on time, you know

And I really be sliding, I ain’t giving the media no show

This bad little bitch threw the line in, this dumb nigga he dun fell for a

little hoe

They can’t believe it, I’m achieving, oh oh oh my God

And I’m with them oota ootas, gutaboon gutabow

And I don’t wanna pull out, at the same time I don’t want a child

Cause you know how these bitches be, they ain’t playin' fair, and they playin'

real foul

Don’t got no tolerance, sugar coat shit, bitch you better pipe down

And I’m catching mad attention

I’m so hot that my name always trending (mad hot)

I can get in my bag, I be chilling

Barely speak what I’m thinking, they be stealing

Pretty bitch, call her bad to the bone

Publix do em right, while she wrong

She need her a real nigga who gone run down, don’t need bro to him on

And that’s a fact, I got them got them hitta hittas on ya back

I’m with the gang, rolling in the pack, and I put my feelings all up into sacks

And I put my feelings all into traps

And I’m with the squad nigga, what you on?

My brothers gone ride nigga right or wrong

My fashion aggressive while a nigga calm