Everything Getting Smashed - King Leaf, Dom Kennedy

Leaf, what up?

Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, die tonight, yeah

Die tonight, yeah

She got the suite at the Sofitel

If I knock twice, then you know the deal

I’m livin' better, seven-hunid on a new sweater (Sweater)

How we gon' take over over the game, if we don’t stick together?

Let her go down, she get off first (First)

First, we fuck, then, I smoke, then, we eat dessert

Rocky Road, crashed straight into a pot of gold

Ten G’s for my mama, Mr. Honor Roll

And I need my first-initialed car by the stairs (Yeah)

Cute homegirl went to college, she do hair (Yeah)

FaceTime with me, while she layin' in the bed (Uh)

That’s the Queen of Hearts, gotta call it what it is (Ayy, you know)

Everything gettin' smashed, yeah

Told that bitch, «I'm in my bag,» yeah (Yeah)

Doctor Leaf, Dom K, run that check up (Run it)

Lean into that pussy like a double-cup, 'cause (Ayy)

Everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah)

Bread trip, told her, «Get up out my bag,» yeah

Addicted to the money, might relapse (Ayy)

You with the right man for the task, yeah

Told her, «Take the shot, that’s a easy win»

Me and Dom in the house, but this ain’t EDM, ayy

Joints goin' ‘round like a CD, yeah

Yeah, ass droppin' down like a meteor (Drop)

Not Tropicana, but you know I got the juice (Juice)

Victory laps, ‘cause you know we never lose (Yeah)

Baby got flavors, I need me a triple-scoop (Scoop, scoop)

Yeah, she know I keep her wet, like the shot when I shoot

Ayy, everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah)

Told that bitch, «I'm in my bag,» yeah

Doctor Leaf, Dom K, run that check up (run it)

Lean into that pussy like a double-cup, 'cause

Everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah)

Bread trip, told her, «Get up out my bag,» yeah

Addicted to the money, might relapse (Might relapse')

You with the right man for the task, yeah

I won’t turn down a thick, pretty thing — copper tone

Pull up with Glasses from Watts, he a loc

If you gon' compare me, let it be the Sly Stone

Cold groups, time-after-time, what they want?

A nigga with cash, good dick, I got both

I could cook a good alfredo, that’s fa’sho

She make over $ 100K a year, it’s a go

Aaliyah on repeat, on the long-way home

Ayy, everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah)

Told that bitch, «I'm in my bag,» yeah

Doctor Leaf, Dom K, run that check up (Run it)

Lean into that pussy like a double-cup, 'cause

Everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah)

Bread trip, told her, «Get up out my bag,» yeah

Addicted to the money, might relapse (Might relapse)

You with the right man for the task, yeah