[Intro]
Yeah
Young Smokez
[low vocal register]
Whole block know what time it is
[Verse 1]
Step out the yard, that’s a cold start
Big face on the wrist, that’s froze heart (gang)
Notes in the bag, that’s Mozart
Turned pain into plays like a coach chart
Trap line ringin’ like a hotline
Got bands on bands, that’s a bloodline
Diamonds on me do the sunshine (Shine)
Even in the rain, make the sky shine
Two-tone whip with the seats all cream
Pedal to the floor, make the roadline scream (skrrt)
Big boy pack, got my trackline mean
Got a different plug for the white and the green
You’re typin’ on keys, I’m countin’ up G’s (bands)
You’re stuck on a screen, I’m stuck overseas
You’re braggin’ ’bout rank on a dead LP (Lil S)
I’m laughin’ in silk on a jet, low-key
[Chorus]
Cold start, hot wrist
Money talk, that’s my linguist (racks)
Big drip, I don’t need a wish
Everything I touch turn rich
Cold start, hot wrist (hot)
I just make the whole block twitch
Fuck on another bruddas bitch (ohh)
Everything I touch turn rich
[Verse 2]
You grind for a badge and a rank tag
I grind, now it’s cash in a black bag
Big boy stones, make the flash lag
Neck like a fridge when the chain sag
You’re still braggin’ ’bout your KD
I’m tryna see how much weight this safe see
You stream all day for a small fee
I stream one call, that’s a crib key
Foreign on the lane, that’s a day trip
Roof goin’ back like a facelift
Nose to the plate, that’s a weight flip
Smoke in my lungs, that’s a spaceship
LP pussies on your desktop
That’s a lil toy, that’s a fake glock
My numbers on the street make the feds watch
Your numbers on a game, that’s a dead watch
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I don’t play games, I play sums
Whole team eat when the pack comes
I don’t chase likes, I chase funds
Got your monthly wage in my side funds
Talk on the mic, get your block spun
Talk on my name, that’s slapped corn
Young Smokez really made the wap jump
Everything frosty, but I stay up
[Chorus]
YxngSmoK3z
