Smiley 38 Lyrics

[Intro: Pressa & Lil Juice]
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Pressa]
I keep a Glock, a .38
I bought a brick, I'm in the trap but only came with 28 grams total
Bitch, I feel like Jessie James
My mind is steady trippin', hope this weed will eat my brain
Bitch, I hope it simulate my brain
T dub in the cut, I call him mister getaway
My crodie buss an AP, but I told 'em show a plane
'Cause it's plane jane sky dweller twenty K, nigga

[Chorus: Pressa]
We kick your door, nigga, everybody on the floor, nigga
Boy if you trappin' in this bitch, answer your phone, nigga
Catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter
I was out there trappin' all night, came home to cold dinners
I was out there ballin' all night, no one to coach me
My junkie fiendin' all night, gave him a bogie
Jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie 'cause half of these niggas got cold feet
[Verse 2: Smiley]
Glock, a .38, in the LA, hella state (In the hills)
They got MK in the hole while they got me on the stage (Free MK)
Got these nephews and a niece, I'm tryna keep these niggas safe (Huh?) When I go they're gonna say their uncle left them with a safe
Gang, bitch, I'm put them on the wave
My lil' nigga hatin' on me, I'm startin' to book the plane (They hatin')
I can never be the same (No)
Got me drivin' on the jane
All these bitches move the same
They're just lookin' for a stain, bitch, yeah
Take her shoppin' when she sad
If he don't, niggas will make him feel like he's Will Smith
Take her lil' ass Ruth Chris (Take her)
My lil' niggas shoot this (Yeah)
We movin' so ruthless

[Chorus: Pressa]
We kick your door, nigga, everybody on the floor, nigga
Boy if you trappin' in this bitch, answer your phone, nigga
Catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter
I was out there trappin' all night, came home to cold dinners
I was out there ballin' all night, no one to coach me
My junkie fiendin' all night, gave him a bogie
Jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie 'cause half of these niggas got cold feet
[Outro: Pressa]
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, yeah, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh