Farmed - Smoove One Lyrics

Beat feeling groovy so I hopped on it.
Steady on my money, ain't falling off cause I'm locked on it (cause I'm locked on it).
Couldn't Tre Flip, so I popped on it.
I got these white-boy moves like a pop-lock-it.
I got a plumber out in Houston, he ain't a fan of Rockets.
Me and the bros go to functions, and put shit in sockets.
I ain't ever tote pistols, no tengo Davey Crocket.
And if you slide with some straps, put up dukes and stop it.
Brodie ain't f*ck with the fours, he throwing three's up.
Can't f*ck with a bitch who ain't smile like Mona Lisa.
Pepperoni's on Italian-ass, it look like pizza.
White boy, and my favorite color is purple, look like Freiza.
Be in my DM's talk to Demons, my responses will not please ya'.
You keep smokin' on that boof and the landlord won't lease ya'.
I'm on the beat and motherf*cker I'm existing, I ain't cease to.
Heard yo brodie getting handsy with the glock, it said #MeToo
Ooh... That is not good...