Smiley and Golde London - Venice Beach

(Yeah, it's Mikeyindacut in the cut)
(Tony Parker) I hear through a hole
Yeah, it's so cold
Wah gwan?

Niggas keep dissin' the gang, I heard through a whore (through a whore)
Had the Glizz in my pants and he ain't even know (he ain't even know)
I had a hundred racks, but this bitch short (came in tall)
We got life in (?) I say what I know (yeah)
Hundred racks (yeah), ain't nothin' but a starter pack (it is)
I tell her to get it back (get it back)
Now she got hella racks (you up now)
This girl got hella ass (hella), she look like a bees (a bees)
Do what she want (uh-huh), can't be discreet (can't be discreet)
She'll make a good guy think he wanna cheat (make you wanna fuck)
She all about me, I see in her tweets (I see in her tweets)
I feel like a boss but ain't nothin' like Meech (nothin' like Meech)
I'm all in the trap, I don't wanna teach

I'm all in the trap, you know I'm gon' bleach (you know I'm gon' stay there)
You know I'm with blunts, you know we gon' teach
Fuck all these whores, you know I'm on fleek
I'm countin' these racks, I look like a geek (I need my glasses)
I don't wanna speak, I want a check, I want designer
All over my sleeves, I don't know when, I wanna ball
I'ma be rich, while I'm beatin' them all
Ain't goin' broke (nah), ain't goin' back (nah)
I'm goin' bad, it's lookin' sad (yeah)
Fuck all these whores
They think I switch, I feel like MK, I feel like Rider
I need a Glizzy, I'm sellin' dizzy, I'm a bad example (yeah)
The fuck I said? Tell 'em to get it (tell them)
You ain't gotta sweat it (don't)
Fuck my ex, make her regret it

Niggas keep dissin' the gang, I heard through a whore (through a whore)
Had the Glizz in my pants and he ain't even know (he ain't even know)
I had a hundred racks, but this bitch short (came in tall)
We got life in (?) I say what I know (yeah)
Hundred racks (yeah), ain't nothin' but a starter pack (it is)
I tell her to get it back (get it back)
Now she got hella racks (you up now)
This girl got hella ass (hella), she look like a bees (a bees)
Do what she want (uh-huh), can't be discreet (can't be discreet)
She'll make a good guy think he wanna cheat (make you wanna fuck)
She all about me, I see in her tweets (I see in her tweets)
I feel like a boss but ain't nothin' like Meech (nothin' like Meech)
I'm all in the trap, I don't wanna teach (don't wanna teach)

When I walk in the room, niggas swear I'm like bees
They look at my ass, they all wanna squeeze
I'm all about my business, but I like to tease
When he slide in my DM's, all these fools get breeze, neck on freeze
Got a check on me
And I flex on who will try to mud up on me
Had to switch on you
Now you're R.I.p, you ain't nothin' like me
Like me and Smiley
We be over the top, all of the squad
Fuck other squad, give a fuck if you like it or not, yeah, yeah

Hundred racks, ain't nothin' but a starter pack
I tell her to get it back
Now she got hella racks
This girl got hella ass, she look like a bees
Do what she want

Written by:
Alexandre Morand, Parker Hatten, Shenee Morrison

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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