RENZGOD777 - WISE GUY

Aye, Aye AYe
YEA, YEA, YEA, YEEEAAAAH
RENNY RENNY RENZ
GOD
THE RAREST
IN TRUE FORM
Gotta keep it dirty just like my shoes
Vans on my feet pulled up in a coupe
In a couple years how I been thinking
Young Renz God now yo ship sinking
Pull up on yo bitch like she like that
Young Renz God hit her from the back
Pulling on her hair, Smack her derriere
Young Renz God no I never cared
I be everywhere, not no Wi-Fi
Young Renz God, imma wise guy
Pull up on yo bitch, watch the time fly
Young Renz God pulled up like a mime
I don't say shit but I commit a crime
I don't fuck wit hoes that be dropping dimes
Imma keep it gangsta, imma keep it true
Imma get the money, yea that's what I do
UUNHHH
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the bags
I gotta stack the pros, I gotta get the dough
I Gotta get the cash, i gotta get the bags
I gotta get some more, I gotta get some more
Its a lil word from the RARE guy
Fuck what yo heard, no fair guy
Smoking on this earth, I'm very fried
Only check blues, no verified
50s 20s too how dare I
Sticky like glue, Ric Flair style
Calling out these plays sitting curbside
I can see the hate from a birds eye
Back to the basics, rather not say this but you need to stack some
Keep seeing niggas that's hating, wasting they greatness, all for a fat butt
Calling it pimpin, really its simpin, been learned that as a young one
Giving out game better grab some, nothing to ya name better add some
Stacking, adding, friends subtracting,
Gotta stay loose, never stagnant
Thinking backwards, Hang wit slackers,
6 o'clock news, left it tragic
Keep it G on that Scene, Smelling like creed, they jocking the steeze
Yea im still wit the hurd, right on that curb, wit that glocky, thats word
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the bags
I gotta stack the pros, I gotta get the dough
I Gotta get the cash, i gotta get the bags
I gotta get some more, I gotta get some more

Written by:
Jayvaugn Powell, Lorenzo Russey

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