Songtexte Smoothie at Midnight - Larry June

Cardo got wings
What?
I spilled some of this shit
Shit, shit, shit, man
Uh, uh, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Shit, man
God
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Took the stickers off the GT
Yeah
First nigga whippin' this
Yeah
The Panamera cool, but I don't think that it can fuck with this
Off top, press a button, then I watch my spoiler lift
Yeah
I know you think about me all the time, why you ain't call the kid?
Touch down in Portland, had to kill 'em with my Nike shit
Yeah
I bought these in Tokyo
Check
I think they dropped in '96
Aye, aye, aye
I ain't even trippin' off dude, I know I'm that nig
Wipin' off my rims, take my son to go get some chimps
Check, check
30 Day run on the road, need half a mil
If we do this shit under the table, we can do a deal
A deal
I don't think I ever been in love, show me how it feel
Count a hundred thousand, watch my hands, then I plan a trip
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Yeah
Damn
Count a hundred thousand, watch my hands, then I plan a trip
What's hannin'?
Man
Yeah
And that was just somethin' slight nigga
Aye, imma keep it goin'
Don't check me bitch, check your credit score
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Oh yeah, drop it right here, fuck it
Good job
You gotta learn from it, bounce back
From it, treat it like it's nothin'
40 Mile drive from the crib, couple hundred tucked
Cash
Move in silence, gotta be a profit, is it really worth it?
Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' dollars, need that for certain
Damn
Cut that
I can only do so much, I'm only one person
Yeah
Every since I got my money up, everybody hurtin'
June, can I hold a couple dollars?
I see you up now
Yeah
And if I can't do it, then I'm fake
So fuck niggas now
Fuck niggas
I used to have a whole lot of friends
I got a check now
Check
I used to have no whips at all
I got a vet now
I got a vet now
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Yeah
Shit, man
God damn
It's goin' down
Sock it to me
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye
Shit, uh, shit
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Bitch, don't play me, bitch
Play the lottery
Numbers
Bitch, you might get lucky, you know what I'm sayin'?
Man
Numbers
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Cardo, what's hannin'?
Mr
Midnight
Sock it to me