[Lyric] SMICHI INTRO (Young Wabo)

Oh Jesus, Husband!

Yeah, Out here making maybe not so wise decisions
But once you know comes out in the future

Slime'erre got my eyes blood orange
I heard life is a race, if we sport it
No lie i'd rather kick and relax
Honestly this life ain't one stupid max
Like a rat til' it tats
Government the red cones (huh)
You've been raised how bout' ask
I feel like self care is wack
Must've asked, sim ill ad
Girl this, shit baby fool
One, two, threes
P's and Q's
Hasin' zits, who taught you
Nigga mackawitz niggas Snoop n Dre
More than I could be
So don't get goofy
Step on the beat
Step poach it then leave
Plan on tellin' and know when I'm free
Step on the beat
Step poach it then leave
Plan on tellin' and know when I'm free
Smokin' gas like smino
Got two G's my team knows
On the hill like chino
Like the lead LaMelo
Smokin' gas like smino
Got two G's my team knows
On the hill like chino
Like the lead LaMelo (hol' on, hol' on)

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

W-A-B-O, please don't let me spell it out
Sorry to the niggas hatin'
Had to take different route
Feel like T's in this bitch
Try to get my paper up
Shorty wanna take a flish
I like cheese in this bitch
Tryna get my cheese up
Talking a lot provolone
I don't fuck with all these niggas
Told them fuck boys leave me alone
Tryna ball, tryna ball out
Yeah, highway to heaven please pray
I don't burn out
Please pray I don't burn out
Please pray i don't burn out