Video Celebrate de Al B Smoov 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al B Smoov - Celebrate Lyrics

[Intro: Pimp Tobi]
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Pimp Tobi]
Out the way, gettin' paid, you just in the way
Gotta stack it up for a rainy day
Niggas thinkin' that they heavy, but they featherweights
Keep it on me, we could get it poppin' any day
Love it when a sucker die, we gon' celebrate
42 Dugg, bitch, I'm really paid
Hatin'-ass niggas on my dick, niggas really gay
Niggas want some clout, we gon' send him to the Heaven gates

[Verse 1: Pimp Tobi]
I just scored on another fresh eighth from the doctor
Pull up on his block, chop kickin' like soccer
Niggas rappin' on them songs, they ain't never let thе Glock blow
Only think I'm bouncin' is the cops and the potholes
Flеxin' on the 'Gram with that cheese that is not yours
Eat a nigga shells like a motherfuckin' taco
Green and pink stack look like Wanda and Cosmo
I could teach you with the pape', it's a problem with the salt, though
[Verse 2: Big Sad 1900]
I wanna cash out (Cash), I wanna buy a Rolls (Yeah)
I need the elevator, spent two hundred on some gold
I'm used to movin' state to state and trappin' with these hoes
Dodgin' the Johnies, dodgin' squares, grippin' the pole
Hit the bitch out my DM before I knock her
Watch my story every day, I know I got her
It's war and I'ma knock them little niggas off your roster (Yeah)
All face shots, and I don't think we need a doctor (Huh?)
Slid on my nigga 'cause he say he had some Wock'
Niggas wasn't strapped and I bounced out with the stock
See you at the parties, never see you on the block (Nah)
Hoes ain't wanna deal with me, wasn't hot (Yeah)
Nigga make a post and watch a nigga make Fox
Glock-23 chase a nigga out his socks
It's really just the money, got me fuckin' over opps (Ayy)
And blocked both of my baby mamas 'cause they bops

[Chorus: Pimp Tobi]
Out the way, gettin' paid, you just in the way
Gotta stack it up for a rainy day
Niggas thinkin' that they heavy, but they featherweights
Keep it on me, we could get it poppin' any day
Love it when a sucker die, we gon' celebrate
42 Dugg, bitch, I'm really paid
Hatin'-ass niggas on my dick, niggas really gay
Niggas want some clout, we gon' send him to the Heaven gates
[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
Another opp got whacked, it's time to celebrate
I ain't worried 'bout these nerd niggas, them niggas featherweight
I had to cut some niggas off, it's time to elevate
Bitch hit her knees for pastor Ralfy, I had to let her pray
Double down tennis on my neck, that's just Venus and Serena
My niggas been had to win, that's why they follow the leader
She handed me some oochies by choice, I ain't had to beat her
But if she spill some mud out my cup, I'ma slap her to sleep
I ain't never goin' [?], you can't even get half of me
They like, "Every time I hear the Plug verse, it's a masterpiece"
I get money and fuck hoes, why they mad at me?
I been in the field so long, you can have my cleats
If you ain't got two fifty a line, you can't have my lean
Niggas ain't slime, them niggas hidin', stop cappin' to me
I was outside, I was hangin' on the backstreets
Money always find me, don't gotta look, it just happen for me
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you rattin' for cheese
He don't even wanna know what your bitch doin' in the back of them seats
Bitch handed me some money, I was tryna go, bitch gram compete
Whack another opp and laugh about it, get back to eatin'
The Plug

[Chorus: Pimp Tobi]
Out the way, gettin' paid, you just in the way
Gotta stack it up for a rainy day
Niggas thinkin' that they heavy, but they featherweights
Keep it on me, we could get it poppin' any day
Love it when a sucker die, we gon' celebrate
42 Dugg, bitch, I'm really paid
Hatin'-ass niggas on my dick, niggas really gay
Niggas want some clout, we gon' send him to the Heaven gates