[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
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
Even in the rain, make the sky shine
Two-tone whip with the seats all cream
Pedal to the floor, make the roadline scream
Big boy pack, got my trackline mean
Got a different plug for the red and the green
You’re typin’ on keys, I’m countin’ up G’s
You’re stuck on a screen, I’m stuck overseas
You’re braggin’ ’bout rank on a dead LP
I’m laughin’ in silk on a jet, low-key
[Chorus]
Cold start, hot wrist
Money talk, that’s my linguist
Big drip, I don’t need a wish
Everything I touch turn rich
Cold start, hot wrist
I just make the whole block twitch
Young Smokez, I don’t ever miss
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
LP330 on your desktop
That’s a lil toy, that’s a kid prop
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 chat spun
Talk on my name, that’s a rash run
Young Smokez really made the trap hum
Everything frosty, but I stay numb
[Chorus]