38
Smiley Lyrics


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(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh (special)
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh (yeah, what?)
I keep a Glock, yeah, uh

I keep a Glock, a .38
I bought a brick, I'm in the trap
But only came with twenty-eight grams, ho
Bitch, I feel like Jessie James (yeah)
My mind is steady trippin', hope this weed'll eat my brain
Bitch, I hope it simulate my brain (yeah)
T'd up in the cut, I call it Mr. Getaway (yeah)
My crodie buss an AP, but I told 'em show it plain
'Cause it's plane jane sky dweller, one to twenty K, nigga
We kick your door, nigga, everybody on the floor, nigga
Boy, if you trappin' in this bitch, then answer your phone, nigga
Catch me with .35, see crodie, he a known hitter
I was out there trappin' all night, came home to cold dinners
I was out there ballin' all night, no one to coach me
My junkie fiendin' all night, gave him a bogie
Jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie 'cause half of these niggas got cold feet

I was trappin' by Troby's, started with an OZ
My bitch caught me cheatin', had to blame it on the brodie
Losin' friends, find a piece, shit gettin' lonely
Buy or Bye loadin', I'm still here recordin'
They gotta be jokin', I'm on beats floatin'
I'm over here exploadin', we over here explorin'
Took her on the P.J., had her wearin' PJ's
Fucked her on my B-day, MK on the three-way
She wanna come the live way, I'm tired, fucked her sideways
She gonna my side bitch, this molly got me high pitched
Shooters in the next whip, called but I missed it
Bro said I'm gifted, he fell off, yeah, he drifted
She know I'm on a mission, I can't explain the vision
She wanna wear Christian, I miss my brother Tristan
She wanna be my vixen, I fucked her then I dissed it, yeah
She wanna suck on K and me, she a groupie
And it was me that filmed that bitch, like I'm OMgee
And my money only clean once in the laundry
Draco got a fat-ass clip, gotta it Cardi
Bro-bro in the cut and he bring it in the party

I fuck with her, she think she grown, yeah
My brother son is like my own, gang, huh
Watch your mouth, watch your tone, bitch, huh
She fuck me with, she want a loan, yeah
I get her wet, I bring her on roads
My fiends high, just like a drone, huh?
My glizzy yell, it doesn't moan, no
I love my gang, I love my bros, yeah
I love designer, love my loafs
It's me and Pressa, she wanna chill, huh?




Pour up my cup, I like it filled, yeah
They do it solo, need a pill

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Smiley's song "38" depict the rapper's gritty and unapologetic lifestyle. He talks about carrying a Glock and a .38, emphasizing his readiness for any potential threats. The repetition of these lines suggests a sense of confidence and empowerment. Smiley also references his involvement in the drug trade, mentioning that he bought a brick and is immersed in the trap scene. However, he highlights the challenges he faces, such as the pressure on his mind and the need for substances like weed to cope. He also mentions his willingness to engage in criminal activities, bragging about his ability to escape and evade capture ("Mr. Getaway").


Throughout the song, Smiley paints a picture of a dangerous lifestyle, where he is constantly on the move and vigilant. He mentions his relationships, both with his friends and romantic partners, using his interactions with them as a reflection of his status and reputation within his community. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty, expressing his love for his gang and his dedication to his brother's son.


Overall, "38" showcases Smiley's unapologetic and street-centered persona, as well as his resilience in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

I keep a Glock, a .38
I always have a Glock and a .38 firearm with me


I bought a brick, I'm in the trap
I purchased a large quantity of drugs and I am currently involved in drug dealing


But only came with twenty-eight grams, ho
But the drug shipment I received only contained 28 grams, which is not enough


Bitch, I feel like Jessie James
I feel like a notorious outlaw, similar to Jessie James


My mind is steady trippin', hope this weed'll eat my brain
My mind is constantly troubled, and I hope that smoking weed will help calm me down


Bitch, I hope it simulate my brain
I hope that smoking weed will provide a simulation or an altered state of mind in my brain


T'd up in the cut, I call it Mr. Getaway
I am heavily armed and prepared for any situation, ready to escape if needed


My crodie buss an AP, but I told 'em show it plain
My friend showed off his expensive Audemars Piguet watch, but I told him to keep it discreet


'Cause it's plane jane sky dweller, one to twenty K, nigga
Because it's a plain and simple Rolex Sky Dweller watch worth between one to twenty thousand dollars


We kick your door, nigga, everybody on the floor, nigga
We forcefully enter your house, telling everyone inside to get on the ground


Boy, if you trappin' in this bitch, then answer your phone, nigga
If you are involved in drug dealing in this area, you better answer your phone when I call


Catch me with .35, see crodie, he a known hitter
I usually carry a .35 caliber firearm, and my friend Crodie is also known for being a skilled shooter


I was out there trappin' all night, came home to cold dinners
I spent the entire night engaged in drug dealing activities, only to return home to a disappointing cold meal


I was out there ballin' all night, no one to coach me
I was out on the streets making money all night, without anyone guiding or advising me


My junkie fiendin' all night, gave him a bogie
My drug addict friend was desperately craving drugs all night, so I gave him a cigarette


Jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
I quickly entered the stolen car, while Crodie went to acquire something valuable or impressive


So shoutout crodie 'cause half of these niggas got cold feet
I want to acknowledge Crodie because many people are scared and indecisive, but he takes action


I was trappin' by Troby's, started with an OZ
I was involved in drug dealing near Troby's place, and I began with an ounce of drugs


My bitch caught me cheatin', had to blame it on the brodie
My girlfriend caught me being unfaithful, and I had to shift the blame onto my friend Brodie


Losin' friends, find a piece, shit gettin' lonely
I am losing friends, so I try to find comfort or solace in material possessions


Buy or Bye loadin', I'm still here recordin'
Whether I am purchasing drugs or saying goodbye to people, I am always focused on recording music


They gotta be jokin', I'm on beats floatin'
Others might think it's a joke, but I am effortlessly flowing on beats and producing great music


I'm over here exploadin', we over here explorin'
I am proudly flourishing and achieving success, while we are also discovering new things


Took her on the P.J., had her wearin' PJ's
I brought her on a private jet, and she was wearing comfortable pajamas


Fucked her on my B-day, MK on the three-way
I had sex with her on my birthday, while my friend MK was also involved in a three-way conversation


She wanna come the live way, I'm tired, fucked her sideways
She wants to engage in an exciting and adventurous lifestyle, but I am tired and just had sex with her in a different position


She gonna my side bitch, this molly got me high pitched
She will become my secondary lover, as the ecstasy drug is causing my voice to sound high-pitched


Shooters in the next whip, called but I missed it
My associates with guns are in the nearby car, and they called me, but I failed to answer


Bro said I'm gifted, he fell off, yeah, he drifted
My brother said I am talented, but he himself lost his success, he became unsuccessful and drifted away


She know I'm on a mission, I can't explain the vision
She knows I am focused on a particular mission or goal, but I cannot fully explain or express my vision to her


She wanna wear Christian, I miss my brother Tristan
She wants to wear expensive Christian Dior clothing, and I feel nostalgic and miss my brother Tristan


She wanna be my vixen, I fucked her then I dissed it, yeah
She desires to be my seductive and attractive female companion, but I had sex with her and then ignored or dismissed her


She wanna suck on K and me, she a groupie
She wants to perform oral sex on me and take drugs together, indicating that she is a groupie


And it was me that filmed that bitch, like I'm OMgee
I was the one who recorded the explicit video of that woman, as if I am the well-known internet personality, OMgee


And my money only clean once in the laundry
And my money only appears to be clean or legitimate after going through the laundry process


Draco got a fat-ass clip, gotta it Cardi
My Draco firearm has a large capacity magazine, similar to rapper Cardi B's voluptuous figure


Bro-bro in the cut and he bring it in the party
My friend is discreetly present and he brings illegal substances to the party


I fuck with her, she think she grown, yeah
I am involved with her in a sexual relationship, but she believes she is more mature and grown-up than she actually is


My brother son is like my own, gang, huh
My brother's child is like my own, emphasizing our strong bond and connection


Watch your mouth, watch your tone, bitch, huh
You need to be careful with your words and the way you speak to me, bitch


She fuck me with, she want a loan, yeah
She has sexual relations with me, but she also expects me to lend her money


I get her wet, I bring her on roads
I sexually arouse her, and I take her on exciting journeys or adventures


My fiends high, just like a drone, huh?
My drug-addicted friends are constantly intoxicated or high, similar to how a drone flies high in the sky


My glizzy yell, it doesn't moan, no
My gun makes a loud noise when fired, but it does not make any moaning sounds


I love my gang, I love my bros, yeah
I have a strong affection for my gang and my close group of friends


I love designer, love my loafs
I have a strong admiration for expensive designer brands, as well as my comfortable loafers


It's me and Pressa, she wanna chill, huh?
It's just me and Pressa, and she wants to hang out and relax with me


Pour up my cup, I like it filled, yeah
Fill up my cup with alcohol, as I prefer it to be fully filled


They do it solo, need a pill
Others do things alone, but they require drugs or medication to enhance their experience




Lyrics ยฉ TUNECORE INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Alexandre Morand, Brytavious Chambers, Q. Gardner

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G G

Aight I think his voice is growing on me๐Ÿ˜‚ ๐Ÿ”ฅ

DEV THE MECHANIX

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Adam Thomas

Yeah, same here, I was laughing at first... But I get it now

brandt smith

Same bruv grew on me too

CPizzle

Rep Canada 3ven tho its Quebec

CPizzle

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Pressa went crazy ngl๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ

Mann Soni

I was out there trappin all night came home to cold dinners ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅถ

Rich8927

SPAZZED!

SAFI DOES NOTHING

I love your music , so underrated track and artist

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