Smino - No L's Lyrics

Knock, knock, knock
Loud knockin'
Good weed knockin' at ya door
(I told them bitches nun, they just showed the fuck up)
(Poured the fuck up, then they throw the fuck up)
(See when I pull up, you know we go up)
(Oh, shit, she wanna come fuck)
(No, bitch, because you fucked up)

Fried as fuck
Friday night (Friday night)
Driving hot as fuck (hot as fuck)
Ain't go no license (ain't got no license)
I got all this stuff (got all this stuff)
Stuck on my mind (stuck on my mind)

Huh
This girl said, "Smino, don't you know Friday your day?"
I told her, "I'm up on Venus right now, girl, I'm outta your space"
And I know we face to face but I'm outta my body today
A nigga done worked so hard, I ain't even noticing gains
My only goal, get everything I want, then give it away
Cheesecake, sweepstake, plant seeds every day
We just doin' this shit for the babes, please s'cuse
That's what all this passion in me, got my drillin' and shakin'
You are not set in stone, all that shit that you wrote
Wrote in pencil and crayon (crayon)
I'm goin' Crayola, get-
I'm goin' Crayola, get high as Jehovah
Get my final say from the séance
My beautiful angel, my beautiful angel's my Beyoncé-ance
Ave Maria, agave tequila
My mind in the steamer, my brain a museum
Look out when you see him, connected like seam
Cards that they dealt made a king out of him

Fried as fuck
Friday night (Friday night)
Driving hot as fuck (hot as fuck)
Ain't go no license (ain't got no license)
I got all this stuff (got all this stuff)
Stuck on my mind (stuck on my mind)

Fried as fuck
Friday night
Driving hot as fuck
Ain't go no license
I got all this stuff (all this stuff)
Stuck on my mind (my mind, my mind)

One, two, three, four, fifth cup in
My amigo done brought the Casamigos to the party
Same holes in my socks
I been having these hoes on they toes like Crocs
Ironic the pot was to crock
Brought the sauce in the stu' and this bih' breathing fire (yeah, yeah)
Caucasian drive with no top, Gregg Pop
Put the spurs on that bih', we outside (horses)
The goal wasn't guap it was making more opportunities than opps
Fortune and fortitude, we got some more to do
Lord protect me and my rides (protect me)
I really feel more community than comp', 'round here we got motion
My bih ride around to Frank Ocean (these bitches want Nikes)
My bro ride around with explosives (boom-boom-boom-boom)
My feelings and spirits I ghost it
I can't be a mirror to something that's broken
The shit that I go through, sometimes
You gotta move when the spirits say so
Okay, José I'm on Cuervo
Been afflicted feel like JLO
Just wanna lay low, sometimes
Sometimes I find out I'm just complaining ('plainin')
Sometimes I find the time to get wasted (sometimes)
(Mmh)