​smokeout - ​route

〈Verse〉
I'm just trying to get rich and I'm trying to move out
I got good pills and they come from the south
Why you sound so ghetto? Bitch, watch your mouth
You a lame ass ho, give a fuck about some clout
Pull up to the lo, we gon' see what you about
I'm just trying to see that money, yeah, I'm on that route
Said you make big plays, I'ma trust my doubt
And I can't trust a ho 'cause they all be the same
Quit showing me plays, you a broke, you a lame
That bitch ran through and she love them trains
Pull up to the bank, got to check these gains
Got metal in my arm, I'ma feel when it rains
Smokeout in my ear when I hit these stains