Prynce Greedy - Smacc Em Wit Tha Deluxe

I'm bout to fucc em up, run it up double up
Triple up, triple cross plugs we don't give a fucc
Run up a fifty put thirty up
Put drums on all of our sticcs jus so we can go hit em up
Wild out in public but quiet in private
Jus want the head cause her pussy got mileage
I'm way too rambunctious they callin' me rowdy
I want the money without all the problems
Giuseppe Zanotti it cover my body
If the bitch bad and got class imma holla
Pop used to tell me mo money mo problems
Unc used to tell me to lead and don't follow
I love a bitch who like to succ it to swallow
I Been a Playa, I'm popping my collar
If you broke then you ain't having no power
Niggas want stain but they don't got a dollar
Wanna be me but possessin' no talents
These niggas just started for ten I been active
Can shoot a show pilot this clip fulla action
I'm from a set that like startin' up static
These niggas be claiming they bosses and ain't took no losses I'm clutching the forty
Approach me wit caution I feel like I lost it
I'm itchin' I'm dyin' I'm ready to off it
I'm active I'm ready to spin
If I don't hit my man then I'm slidin' again
You see me don't peace me, no we are not friends
If we had beef then it's up til the end
I spend my twenties and stash all the hunnids
Man, these niggas ain't having no money
I got the boy and I'm having that shatter
If the feds on my tail then I'm running
I got shooters on the payroll
I just make one call and they bussin'
They tryna trick me off the streets
But I ain't going for nothin'
I got bitches, that ain't nothin
I got guns and money, I got youngins and they really really hungry
If i call the play then they gonna run it I got dolph and fent I bless the juggs they love it

Written by:
Demetrius Welton

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