[Intro]

Smino love you

Shit, lil' Monte on the beat, you got it on repeat

Word out on the streets, zero got the heat

Shit, uh

[Chorus]

I know hitters, I know dealers, I know girls that set up niggas

I know preachers, I know healers

And I really don't feel no difference

We all hustlers, blue billy, we conditioned by condition

Capitalistic, read through the lipstick

Shit that they make up make us forget shit

I beat your face up if ain't no paystub by Friday

(I want my motherfuckin’ check, nigga, you better quit playin’ with me, I swear to God I’ll come blow this bitch up)

Don't wanna lay up, still I'm a lеg up in L.A

[Verse 1]

I see you came with empty styrofoam, it's cool, I pour in your cup

Shawty insane, that's how I know shе got that juicy fruit want her guts

Chewin' and smackin', I'm actually enjoyin' that action, that coochie be packin' a punch (Oh)

We F’in to Lloyd the Mayweather

Got the box and now she want a ring

Selfish, I don't wanna share a baby, let her all by myself, yada mean?

Blacker the berry, Burberry sheets

This the best version I seen of me

Candy paint coupe but don’t thing it’s sweet

Y’all better worry bout my unreleased

Baby don’t wait till I’m outta reach (Hello?)

[Chorus]

I know hitters, I know dealers, I know girls that set up niggas

I know preachers, I know healers

And I really don't feel no difference

We all hustlers, Blu Billy, we conditioned by condition

Capitalistic, read through the lipstick

Shit that they make up make us forget shit

I beat your face up if ain't no paystub by Friday

(I want my motherfuckin’ check, nigga, you better quit playin’ with me, I swear to god I’ll come blow this bitch up)

Don't wanna lay up, still I'm a leg up in L.A

[Verse 2]

Busy you, busy me, like, how busy can busy be?

Hardly catchin' Z's, no fatigue

Hate it when it rain, Missy E

Nefertiti chain, oh, she deep

Eat her with a spoon, call her Reese

Then we fuckin', burnin' calories

I couldn't give you a better reason

Fuck with you 'cause you fuck with me

Fuck with me, yeah, you fuck with Smi'

Told them girls to beat it, Sheila E

Eat a D, dis the E.N.D

PND playin' on the speaks

Smi’ E O big

[Chorus]

I know hitters, I know dealers, I know girls that set up niggas

I know preachers, I know healers

And I really don't feel no difference

We all hustlers, blue billy, we conditioned by condition

Capitalistic, read through the lipstick

Shit that they make up make us forget shit

She said, "Smino, love you"

[Outro]

Entrepre-nigga, entrepre-nigga, I did it all on my own

Entrepre-nigga, entrepre-nigga, I did a lot on my own

Entrepre-nigga, I'm just a nigga, I did it–, uh

Entrepre-nigga, entrepre-nigga, I put the clip in, I pull the trigger

I make the whole gun, I Smith & Wess' them

Step with the bro-bro, yeah with the brethren

Stay with the throat-goat, greatest excedrin

She ain't know, ho, I'm just a legend

This ain't no promo, this is a pressing

I know Smino love you