S.M.M Lyrics

Smilin', smilin' and profilin

We gon' start smilin', smilin' and profilin

We gon' start smilin', smilin' and profilin

Mane crooks need love too

I love you, but I do not trust you

No cap, bay, I will not judge you

Getting mad and tell me dont touch you

Wtf, she uping , she ain't finna duck

Bake a cake, leave his ass stuck

If he play his a** getting tucked , grape juice, thats up in my cup

I'm sayin', I miss you, I ain't just playin

Play with you, no cuttin' off hands

Ween tg, but she screaming my man

Seen the opp and they ran

She thick, see it when she stand

Nun but them drums, we ain't in the band

She like how I smell she callin' me hand

Some, mane bae, I ain't dumb

You fuckin' since yo ahh was young

We got some shit, they gon' blow through your lungs

Fuck that ho, leave a straight how she come

You think I'm a bum

Not your ex, I ain't no crum

These bullets gon' rip through your tum

Call ha ah ma, but she ain't my mom

Talkin' with them Glocks

Throwin' that speed from the Knox

Blunt hand hard like it from the box

Gun, might fuck all the cops

Don't jump, you ain't got no hops

We got plenty lows and drops

Fuck all the hoes and fuck all the opps

We don't aim at the back

55, all they at racks

Stay inside, all they at cash

They tell a lie, they like we're hats

Got me, we love where they at

We slid and you ain't spin back

Go to the store and give me a clack

Roll up some more, finna catch me a tag

Gun, might not cut in the snow

We gon' face it, he throwin' up four

He a bitch, he use the back door

Roll up a war, how high did it go

Gun, might not cut in the snow

We gon' face it, he throwin' up four

He a bitch, he use the back door

Roll up a war, how high did it go

Gun, my crush need love too

I love you, but I do not trust you

No cap, bae, I will not judge you

Get mad at her, tell me don't touch you

What the fuck

She up and she ain't finna duck

Bake a cake, leave his ass stuck

If he plays, his ass gettin' tucked

Grape juice, that's up my cup

I'm sayin', I miss you, I ain't just playin

Play with you, no cuttin' off hands

Win TG, but scream my name

Gun, seen the opp and they ran

She thick, see it, where she stand

No, but them drums, we ain't in the band

She lock eyes with me, she callin' me ass

So, my bae, I ain't throwin

You fucks and show how we on

We got some shit, they gon' blow through your lawn

Fuck that ho, leave you scratchy calm

Gun, you think I'm a bomb

Not your ex, I ain't no qualm

These bullets gon' rip through your tongue

Call her mom, but she ain't my mom

Gun, she ain't my mom

She ain't my mom

She ain't my mom

She ain't my mom, slay