Will Smith Lyrics

(Yeah yeah)

Big racks, loud pack, .40 on me it got kickback (Boom)

Will Smith, get smacked, no back and forth on the internet (MmMmm)

New jawn, ass phat (Ouhh) fuckin' ya hoe get ya bitch back (Bad bitch)

Run down, get wacked, now ya mama just want her little boy back

She like to blow but she never get high

Face in a pillow, her ass to the sky

She keep runnin' away so I hit from the side

Picasso her face oops it got in her eye

Watch me shine, just like Mike in his prime

If you ain't talken' money, can't give you my time

Threw my brother an oop when I passed him a dime

Yeah that's my bro, that's my slatt, that's my slime

That's not a team that's my family (On God)

I got my brothers and I know that they got me (On God)

Droppin' buckets so we got all this gear for free (On God)

Scoreboard lookin' like we paid off the referee (On God)

High as a bitch, had a moment of clarity

I'm not one of them, yeah, my kind is a rarity

I put in the work, and it brought me prosperity

They stealin' my style that shit look like a parody

(MmMmmMmm)

Big racks, loud pack, .40 on me it got kickback (Boom)

Will Smith, get smacked, no back and forth on the internet (MmMmm)

New jawn, ass phat (Ouhh) fuckin' ya hoe get ya bitch back (Bad bitch)

Run down, get wacked, now ya mama just want her little boy back

Money keep floodin' in

Lately been thinkin' 'bout coppin' a Cullinan

Lately been stressed 'bout the work I been putin' in

Lately been calm but my patience been running thin

You can't change the past, you can't go back in time

Better safer than sorry, boy keep you a nine

I'm blowin' on gas while I'm spittin' these rhymes

If I get a chance, lay it all on the line

Lay it all on the line, I'm goin' in blind

I'm feelin' divine, Lord give me a sign

I'm one of a kind, you too far behind

I been on my grind, now it's my time to shine

It's my time to shine, yeah I got your attention

You used to hate, now you all in my mentions

Bad ass lil boy, used to stay in detention

Switched out the clip, now I'm totin' extensions

Lost in the jungle but then I was found

I'm outta control like a dog at the pound

Never too big, keep my shooters around

My pack loud as fuck your shit don't make a sound

(Shh)

Big racks, loud pack, .40 on me it got kickback (Boom)

Will Smith, get smacked, no back and forth on the internet (MmMmm)

New jawn, ass phat (Ouhh) fuckin' ya hoe get ya bitch back (Bad bitch)

Run down, get wacked, now ya mama just want her little boy back