Duwap Kaine – Smelly lyrics

[Chorus]
Ballin' on these niggas, never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend, wit' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a blessin', smokin' dope, never stressin'
Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson
I feel the lean, feel like heaven
Choppa with me I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy
Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly

[Verse]
Racks in my Louis pants, watch me do my Gucci dance
Sippin' lean I'm a business man, ridin' round flexin' with them bands
I be doin' what a nigga please, you be doin' what a nigga can
Ridin' round, feelin' arrogant, shippin' packs like the mail man
Gas under my hood, man, ridin' round feelin' good, man
You wish you could, man, kush bag in my wood man
Try to finesse me, I wish you would, man
Know we got good gas and we got good xans
I had to come up, off of the come up
Purple lean in my double cup, off the dope, got me real up
Like tape, I'm real stuck, see twelve I buckle up
'Cause you know I got gas on me, I ain't gettin' locked up
Fuck twelve, I call the cell
Can't take no L, my diamonds take sail
And free my niggas, they ain't got no bail
I know that they stuck in the cell
Just got my rafs and I got them off Grailed
Just got a pack, put that shit in the mail
Walk in the court and I bet I won't tell
Gun on my hip and I know you can tell
Glock 12, But its fuck twelve
If I walk in your house then I'm shelled
Foreign whip, I be goin' fast, on the road I be leaving a trail
Bitch, I'm Kaine, do it ring a bell?
See a opp, then it's farewell, smoking gas by the steering wheel
Finesse his ass, I'm like "oh well"

[Chorus]
Ballin' on these niggas, never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend, wit' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a blessin', smokin' dope, never stressin'
Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson
I feel the lean, feel like heaven
Choppa with me I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy
Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly