Smushed

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Izaya Tiji]
Imma slime that boy 'cause he got Blue's Clues
Way I count the check, yeah, got my thumb blue
Hate the way I'm droppin' these racks on these dumbass lil' shoes
Stand on these niggas' neck, yeah, had a dumb nigga get smushed

[Verse 1: Izaya Tiji & YSK]
Might just beat that ho back in 'til that bitch get loose
He was talkin' on the internet, but that boy do not sell no packs
Say he pulled up, yeah, his real shit wrecked
Pull up but that boy some cap
We just throw up, but you throwin' up
I had put my poles up
Yeah, we put the polеs up
We OTL, we put the lights off
And thеse choppas, we might put the copter
With these sticks might pull up to yo' trap, yeah
Reppin' so hard, made my city fly, uh
Reppin' so hard, made my city fly up
No, this ain't no BB-shot
Them .22s just for perfect prop
Like barber, jus' might run yo' fade
Bro mad 'cause his bitch gave me brain
Go kill me, you won't get no name
They switched because I stayed the same
I'm switchin', switchin' through these lanes
Bust yo' bitch, no Kevin Gates
I knew that slut was so two-faced
I seen that shit, yeah, in her face
I seen that shit, yeah, in her eyes (Yeah)

[Verse 2: YSK]
Can't trust that bitch, she fuckin' lyin'
They think I'm suicidal but these pills just ease my mind (Yeah)
I'm tryna get high
Poppin' all these Roxies, demons in disguise
I knew our time was up so I just came back to say "Bye"
Tried to stab in me in my back, this Glock fo', oh gon' change his mind
Fuck it, crack the seal, sip the bottle
I just fucked this bad ho, model (Lil' ho)
Why he sending threats on Instagram, that shit I do not follow (Oh no)

[Verse 3: Izaya Tiji]
I'm smokin' throws right to the face
Might have to throw my zips away
Them boys, they on the interstate
Them boys, yeah, on a little chase
They makin' fun of me, they trollin' just 'cause I be hearin' things
If you'd seen the shit that I had seen then you would probably kill yourself
If you went through the things that I went through you'd take drugs too to hate yourself
You thought I said "heal yourself" but I said "hell no”
Them drugs, they make you see yourself
No, you can't be yourself

[Bridge: Izaya Tiji]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Izaya Tiji]
Imma slime that boy 'cause he got Blue's Clues
Way I count the check, yeah, got my thumb blue
Hate the way I'm droppin' these racks on these dumbass lil' shoes
Stand on these niggas' neck, yeah, had a dumb nigga get smushed

[Bridge: YSK]
Yeah, young nigga getting smushed
Stand on neck, and he getting smushed
Neck just like, like

[Verse 4: YSK]
I just hit the lotto (Ooh, ooh)
Come through spendin' racks like I just hit the lotto (Yeah, yeah)
Trust none, fear none, yeah, that's my motto
Sayin' some shit that would make a grown man hit the bottle (Yeah)
I'm in the back, this Glock, yeah, turn this bitch full-auto
Put them lil' racks down, that ain't no money
These lil' niggas funny (Hah, hah)
I just keep gettin' higher and higher and higher
Talkin' to myself, I hear someone talking back
All that talking, got that lil' boy whacked (Oh, oh)
Ratatouille, talkin' rat
They talkin' to themselves but they can't hear me talkin' back

[Outro: YSK]
They talkin' to themselves but they can't hear me talkin' back
They talkin' to themselves but they can't hear me talkin' back