Smell Me (feat. Brey Polo)

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Ayy, uh, yeah
Two four

Not for nothin', there's not much you can tell me
I moved to Texas and my nigga in LA
We sippin' Casa with bitches off in the telly
Pollute the air with that Kilian, can you smell me
Not for nothin', there's not much you can tell me
And they know if they leave me, it'd be a downgrade
I'd rather pay a brother well than be well paid
Pollute the air with that Tommy now can you smell me

Man, niggas know they never been no guys like us
Boy, don't make me f*ck around and put some highlights up
I know niggas didn't never think that I'd show rust
I'ma always be that nigga there when I show up

And if it's beef, then let it be beef
I'm like the Beatles, I'm letting' them be
I'm CMB, 400 degrees
I'm TLC, I'm lettin' them creep
He get too close, I cut that rope
Get rid of his body, and head overseas
I'm getting too rich, I barely wear jeans
That marijuana's a hell of a thing
I'm so high like I'm set up with wings
She tryna front like she getting a ring
I f*ck once and I'm deading the ting
I could be mean
And I'm from Dade
I could be green
I'm not talkin' Kermit we shoot with no permits
I don't hear the murmurs I'm still so determined
And I prefer it when I get to earn it
I'm still getting better But never be perfect

Not for nothin', there's not much you can tell me
I moved to Texas and my nigga in LA
We sippin' Casa with bitches off in the telly
Pollute the air with that Kilian, can you smell me
Not for nothin', there's not much you can tell me
And they know if they leave me, it'd be a downgrade
I'd rather pay a brother well than be well paid
Pollute the air with that Tommy now can you smell me

You niggas are like Tommy, you ain't got no job
I know you kinda scary, you ain't got no heart
She let you f*ck once, you gon' stalk that broad
Tinder dick nigga, you gon' fall in love
Look, I ain't with no games, I'll chop suey a bitch
Hop in them drawers, Hong Kong Phooey, a bitch
Ain't no tellin' what a nigga might do with your bitch
You ain't gon' do shit, sit there and act sooey, ya bitch
You little niggas run your mouth, but I don't hear you
You sound broke, get out my face, you little weird-ass nigga
I pulled up to Bludso's, tryna get these ribs
Yeah, I'm with your baby mama, come and get these kids
You in Gallery department, tryna shop like me
You better take your ass to Target, you are not like me
I'm gon' sit right here and tell you what it's not gon' be
I'm a Dade County nigga, so don't f*ck with me, nigga

Not for nothin', there's not much you can tell me
I moved to Texas and my nigga in L.A
We sippin' Casa with bitches off in the Telly
Pollute the air with that Kilian, can you smell me

All my niggas from Dade County, you smell me
All my niggas in Broward County, you smell me
All my niggas from East Coast to L.A
All my niggas that's worldwide, you smell me

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