[Chorus]

It’s the smackdown WWE nigga I might blow her back out

I might pull the strap out and let the shit blackowww

Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house so gon’ shut your fat mouth

[Verse: Quinton Brown]

And these women getting cut like a drop fade

Everybody wanna talk but they not paid

And she just hit my line she wanna text now

But she don’t wanna talk she want the

(that’s the ivory)

Don’t fuck with her but stretching cause I play along

Checking boxes like the shit that fedex dropping off

And Jimmy got a bro that’s on the inside

And Tell him hit his books make sure he live right

[Chorus]

It’s the smackdown WWE nigga I might blow her back out

I might pull the strap out and let the bitch blackowww

Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house so gon’ shut your fat mouth

Nigga

(Yeah)

It’s the smackdown

(Yeah)

I might let that shit blackowww

Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house so gon’ shut your fat mouth

[Verse: GoldChain Malik}

Wake up this sounds like bloom

This feel like coming soon what’s supposed to be

Sounds like I ain’t have to believe the grass is greener where the angels be

This feel like goldchain malik

Said motherfuck the Grammys all week

It mean something

Swimming in women who don’t need husbands

But wanna be seen who wanna feel something

But got they own problems

So we both stubborn

And we keep quiet

And I’ll see you tomorrow

[Chorus]

But It’s the smackdown WWE nigga I might blow her back out

I might pull the strap out and let the bitch blackowww

Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house so gon’ shut your fat mouth

Nigga

(Yeah)

It’s the smackdown

(Yeah)

I might let that shit blackowww

(Yeah)

Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house so gon’ shut your fat mouth

[Outro: GoldChain Malik & Quinton Brown]

(Its the three point shoot out)

I can't keep letting go

I can't keep letting go

I can't keep letting go

I can't keep letting go