S’Mores (N More) (Intermission)

(Intro: dopeSMOOTHIES)
Keep it simple
In the cut like a ginsu
Off the mental
I don’t even need a pencil
That ain’t no problem
I'll had them thangs sent thru
I was out mizzou in a Beamer not a Benzo
Drape my kinfolk in kente cloth
We been dope
Georgetown dogs
Not the Hogs
Black skin folk
Love those rentals
Hope you cover incidentals

(Verse One: dopeSMOOTHIES)
Holla at me when you see me!
(HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME!)
I been on this shit for many years
I drink Moët Bellini’s
Rub my dick like it's a genie
Grant yo wish, get yo bikini
Touch my bod, E = Mc2
It's all about me-me (ME!)
Momma sent me out all greasy
Now I dream bout Santorini (SANTORINI!)
Niggas swear they smokin‘ Runtz
Smell junk in a blunt
Niggas front 'til they in front
Then it’s 21 skunk
I don’t bunt
I don’t punt
Bitch I’m blunt as it come
Niggas dumb as they come
When I’m done have fun
'Til then, have none
Ill pen having motherfucker
23 and 1
Fast break, 2 on 1
Alley-oop .. And-1
Got damn gimme all if the loot and some
(GIMME THE LOOT!)
And I oop..
(DAMN SON!)
Even if I Xanman flow
Still pull up listening to Camp Lo (Woo!)
I ain’t finna be yo Sambo
Spray a nigga like SAMO
Listening to "Rambo" (GOT DAMN!)
Off Bryson Tiller's "T R A P S O U L"
I’m the kind of nigga with the Afro
Like wakanda shit is that?
Breakfast programs coming back!

(Oh my God..)
(Hola!)

(Woah!)

(Verse Two: SMII Much)
Go...
I’ve been trained to
(Goooo!)
Growth
Float
Like the greats do
Master class
Did you pass?
Yeah, the grades due
Them niggas still tryna get signed to a label
(DAMN!)
At the table
Welp face, lookin’ silly (Woahh)
Live stream
Arcade games - Home viddy (Woahh)
Friend zone
Lame-O nigga
No biddies (No Biddies!)
Philip Lindsay
Tote committee
Cole Beasley
He D-Hop and I’m Will Fuller with it
No analytics, just eye test
Oh, he really did it
They really livid
You changed
They in the same position
Still a sucka
They knees buckled
Refill prescriptions....
(Meaaanwhiiile)
Meanwhile I’ve got time on my side
Everyday a new sci-fi encounter
Seldom recognize
An imposter from yester-year
Reminisce ‘bout the broken times
I’m not tryna shoot the shit
Nigga still owe me hundred dollars (DAMN!)

(SHOT!)