Smino is from a musical family, with his father playing keys, his mother singing, and his grandfather being a famous blues bassist. He began his musical career at seven when his father gave him a set of drums, which he played in his church’s band. He also started rapping around this time, forming the rap duo “Young Dumb and Outta Control” (YROC) with his friend Bari Allen. The duo released a self-titled mixtape and began to gain local popularity but had difficulties getting their music out into the world.
In 2012, Smino released his first solo mixtape, Smeezy Dot Com, and then moved to Chicago, Illinois, for college at Columbia College Chicago. While in Chicago, he met engineer Chris “Classik” Inumerable, who became his closest friend and is now his manager. In 2015, he released two EPs: S!Ck S!Ck S!Ck and blkjuptr. His debut studio album blkswn was released to critical acclaim on March 14, 2017, and his second studio album, NØIR, was released on November 8, 2018. His third studio album, Luv 4 Rent, was released on October 28, 2022.
KLINK
Smino Lyrics
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Gucci baby
Lil Monte on the beat
Got that
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
I got 5 chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job, big bank roll, she don't know what to think, think, think
Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank
Sweetheart sit on this candy paint (uh)
Dick loan yeah like Fannie Mae
Flip phone, she dream of trappin' me
Me and my main bitch cackling
Must be off that white like Katharyn or Suzann
Cruisin' in your sedan
Two hoes like why you need two? damn (why you need)
I put 85 on my coupe, damn (why you need)
I put Saint Laurent on my boo, ran (why you need)
It up like I play for Mizzou
Gotta show me somethin' bitch I came from the Lou'
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I got my own Remy at home, they charge $11.50
We could get lost just like Nemo, hey little fishy fishy
I'm way too drippy, drippy, kush stank, it's real armpity
Don't give these niggas pity, baby you keep yo pretty
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
I got 5 chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job, big bank roll, she don't know what to think, think, think
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (on God)
Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank
I'm on her back like a license plate
I ate spectacular rice today
Back in the loft eating Pilaf
Orange coupe, love how it peel off
New rugs, girl take them heels off
Said they Jimmy Choo (I said bless you)
Now take off ya shoes (I ain't askin')
Then she let me pound, hash tagged it
Ring-ling on my ding-ling, magic
Sing good, make the coochie do back flips
Genes good, yeah she love my fabric
Put a new touch on a coupe, cut the roof, I see God
Yup, hallelujah, my crew up, hallelu', shout the guys (yeah yeah)
Put a new touch on a coupe, cut the roof, I see God (yeah)
Yup, hallelujah, my crew up, hallelu', shout the guys
She got her own Remy at home, say she ain't pay no $11.50
We should get lost just like Nemo
These niggas lookin' fishy, I did it for the city
Milk the game issa titty, I'm fly, I'm 50 Frisbee's
I feel like Mr. Bentley
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
I got 5 chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job, big bank roll, she don't know what to think, think, think
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (on God)
Drink, drink drink
Clink, clink, clink
Think, think, think
Rank, rank, rank
The song KLINK by Smino talks about living a lavish lifestyle, owning expensive possessions such as 5 chains, a big bankroll, and cruising in a coupe car. The chorus repeats the lines "All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink" and "No job, big bank roll, she don't know what to think, think, think," indicating that the singer is with a woman who is interested in partying and living a life of luxury without necessarily working for it. He repeatedly emphasizes his rank as a "sergeant" and asserts that he is doing well in life, prompting those around him to "check [his] rank."
Throughout the song, Smino refers to various luxury brands and compares himself to famous figures such as Mr. Bentley. He also makes references to popular culture such as Finding Nemo and the movie White Chicks. The song paints a picture of a rapper who has made it big and is living the life to the fullest with his significant other.
Overall, the song KLINK can be seen as a celebration of success, wealth, and materialism, with a focus on enjoying the fruits of hard work and good fortune.
Line by Line Meaning
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Start of the song, setting the scene for what's to come
Gucci baby
Smino is wearing Gucci, implying he's successful and wealthy
Lil Monte on the beat
Giving credit to the producer and acknowledging one of his collaborators
Got that
Implying he has something, setting up the rest of the song
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
The woman he's with just wants to party and drink
I got 5 chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
Smino is wearing lots of bling, and the chains make noise when they move
No job, big bank roll, she don't know what to think, think, think
The woman is impressed by Smino's wealth even though he doesn't have a job
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (on God)
Smino is confident and wants others to recognize his success and status
Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank
Repetition of the previous line, emphasizing his status
Sweetheart sit on this candy paint (uh)
Smino is offering his car as a place for the woman to sit, the paint is bright and colorful
Dick loan yeah like Fannie Mae
Smino is bragging about his sexual prowess and comparing himself to a home loan company
Flip phone, she dream of trappin' me
Smino isn't flashy with his phone, but the woman he's with still wants to be with him and take his money
Me and my main bitch cacklin'
Smino and his girlfriend are laughing and having a good time together
Must be off that white like Katharyn or Suzann
Referring to two white women, implying that they are on drugs
Cruisin' in your sedan
Imagery of driving around in a car with the woman
Two hoes like why you need two? damn (why you need)
Two women are with Smino and they question why he needs them both
I put 85 on my coupe, damn (why you need)
Smino spent a lot of money on his car and it impresses the women
I put Saint Laurent on my boo, ran (why you need)
Smino buys expensive clothes for his girlfriend, again impressing the women
It up like I play for Mizzou
Smino is doing well financially and is showing it off
Gotta show me somethin' bitch I came from the Lou' (Yeah yeah yeah)
Smino wants to see what the woman has to offer because he's successful and came from St. Louis
I got my own Remy at home, they charge $11.50
Smino has his own bottle of Remy Martin at home that he didn't need to buy at a bar
We could get lost just like Nemo, hey little fishy fishy
Smino and the woman he's with could get lost in their partying and drinking, much like the character Nemo in Finding Nemo
I'm way too drippy, drippy, kush stank, it's real armpity
Smino is fashionable and stylish, and his marijuana smells strong
Don't give these niggas pity, baby you keep yo pretty
Advice to the woman he's with to not waste time with other guys because she's beautiful
Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (on God)
Reiteration of Smino's status and confidence
I'm on her back like a license plate
Smino is being intimate with the woman
I ate spectacular rice today
Smino had good food recently
Back in the loft eating Pilaf
Smino is in a luxurious place eating fancy food
Orange coupe, love how it peel off
Smino loves his flashy car that's reminiscent of an orange peel
New rugs, girl take them heels off
Smino wants the woman to take her shoes off so she doesn't ruin his new rugs
Said they Jimmy Choo (I said bless you)
The woman thinks her shoes are Jimmy Choo brand and Smino gives a sarcastic sneeze acknowledging it
Now take off ya shoes (I ain't askin')
Smino is being more forceful in asking the woman to take off her shoes
Then she let me pound, hash tagged it
Smino and the woman have sex, and he hashtags it on social media
Ring-ling on my ding-ling, magic
Smino has a lot of bling on his private parts, and it's like magic
Sing good, make the coochie do back flips
Smino's singing voice pleases the woman and she's very responsive
Genes good, yeah she love my fabric
Smino has good genetics, and the woman appreciates his appearance and style
Put a new touch on a coupe, cut the roof, I see God
Smino has customized his car, which looks so good that he sees God in it
Yup, hallelujah, my crew up, hallelu', shout the guys (yeah yeah)
Smino and his friends are having fun, and he's celebrating their success with them
She got her own Remy at home, say she ain't pay no $11.50
The woman also has her own bottle of Remy Martin at home
We should get lost just like Nemo
Repetition of the previous line, emphasizing the desire to forget everything and party
These niggas lookin' fishy, I did it for the city
Smino has beef with other artists, but he's doing this for his fans and hometown
Milk the game issa titty, I'm fly, I'm 50 Frisbee's
Smino is taking advantage of the rap industry, he's fashionable and flying high like being thrown in the air for a frisbee game
I feel like Mr. Bentley
Smino feels like a wealthy and stylish man, referencing the character Mr. Bentley from The Jeffersons television show
Drink, drink drink
Reiteration of the hook, emphasizing the partying and drinking
Clink, clink, clink
Reiteration of the hook, emphasizing the sound of his chains
Think, think, think
Reiteration of the hook, emphasizing the confusion and wonder of the woman being with Smino
Rank, rank, rank
Reiteration of Smino's confidence and status
Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Christopher Smith Jr.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
ZVLT (쥬빌란트)
[Intro]
(Goddamn)
No fatigue
Zilchy baby
Lil Monte on the beat
Got that on repeat
[Chorus]
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
I got five chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job (Uh uh), big bankroll, she don't know what to think, think, think (Uh)
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank, on God
[Verse 1]
Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (Skrrt)
Sweetheart sit on this candy paint (Uh)
Dick loan, yeah like Fannie Mae
Flip phone, she dream of trappin' me
Me and my main bitch cackling
Must be off that white like Katharyn
Or Suzann, cruisin' in your sedan
Two hoes like why you need two? (Why you need?)
Damn (Why you need?), I put 85 on my coupe
Damn (Why you need?), I put Saint Laurent on my boo
Ran (Why you need) it up like I play for Mizzou
Gotta show me somethin', bitch, I came from the Lou'
(Yeah yeah yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
I got my own Remy at home, they charge eleven-fifty
We could get lost just like Nemo, hey little fishy fishy
I'm way too drippy, drippy (Uh huh), kush stank, it’s real armpitty (Uh huh)
Don’t give these niggas pity (Okay), baby you keep yo pretty (Yeah)
[Chorus]
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink (Fill the cup)
I got five chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job (Uh uh), big bankroll, she don't know what to think, think, think
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank, on God
[Verse 2]
Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank
I’m on her back like a license plate
I ate spectacular rice today
Back in the loft eating Pilaf (Uh)
Orange coupe, love how it peel off (Oh)
New rugs, girl take them heels off
Said they Jimmy Choo (I said bless you)
Now take off ya shoes (I ain’t askin')
Then she let me pound, hashtagged it
Ring-ling on my ding-ling, magic (Ring)
Sing good, make the coochie do back flips (Ah)
Genes good, yeah she love my fabric
Put a new touch on a coupe, cut the roof, I see God (Uh)
Hallelujah, my crew up, hallelu', shout the guys (Yeah yeah)
Put a new touch on a coupe, cut the roof, I see God (Yeah)
Hallelujah, my crew up, hallelu', shout the guys
[Pre-Chorus]
She got her own Remy at home, say she ain't payin' no eleven-fifty
We should get lost just like Nemo, these niggas lookin' fishy
I did it for the city (Yeah), milk the game, issa titty (Yeah)
I’m fly, I'm 50 Frisbee's (Yeah), I feel like Mr. Bentley
[Chorus]
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
I got five chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job, big bankroll, she don't know what to think, think, think
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank, on God
[Outro]
Drink, drink drink
Clink, clink, clink
Think, think, think
Rank, rank, rank
Dorothy
Smino is clearly the definition of a vibe. Him and his team delivered with 5 star ratings you hear me 🗣️👂🏽The lyrics! The Beat! The visuals! The fashion! The hair! The dances! I just love this video 🖤🖤
Patina Edochié
I agree they on it! 🔥🔥🔥🔥💪🏽💯
James Morgan
Literally know no one else like Smino. His sound is different and unique 🤷🏾♂️
Laurae Steele
Young Thug
Kiros
James Morgan bro he‘s inspired by Outkast ode, listen
Yuumei
Earthgang
thumbs down
@Guardian of the Void kinda
thumbs down
@Guardian of the Void but amine ain't dropping
Professional Watcher
The way this man deserves more recognition is insane.
topaz
Deadass