Smackers lyrics

[Intro]
(Got my beat from London)
Glee

[Verse]
Record label full of smackers, rap group with no rappers
I could get a n*gga scratched
Call me daddy, she a bast*rd, come here baby, I'm yo' dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don't ever tax
Spend this sh*t and get it back
I don't like none of you rappers, snipe a n*gga, how 'bout that?
Hundreds fallin' out my ass, put a n*gga on they back
Project baby with no Similac, in the Caddy, but I never lack
My lil' n*gga, he gon' handle that, I could get a n*gga whacked
f*ck that lil' ho, she a nat-nat
I could get a n*gga kidnapped, I could get a n*gga snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by mysеlf
You won't do it by yo' self, put a n*gga on a shelf
Put a n*gga on a rack
It ain't nothin' to go to jail, it ain't nothin' to get you killеd
Ice on my neck when it melt, eat me up baby, right there
f*ck that lil' ho, she a heffer
Come here, lil' baby, you special
Put that n*gga on a stretcher, put that n*gga on a shirt
It ain't nothin' to get you murked, hit a n*gga where it hurt
Water on me like I burp, water on me, I be icy
Water on me, now she like me
I went to jail, you ain't write me
Check on your boy for the Nike
Check on yo' boy, this four hunna, I'm in the club with them gunners
That ain't my opp, he's a runner
n*gga say I shot his mama
I hit the store with a fitted pack, I hit yo' ho with no Jimmy mack
Don't drop that song, you ain't livin' that
I got your cubicles, get it back
n*gga ain't gettin' back sh*t
I played the cross like I'm Chris
Kodak the boss, yeah b*tch
KTB, kill that boy, cutthroat
Walk in my room, it's a gun show
And I get high off the gun smoke, high off the meth
Better off fakin' yo' death than fakin' with me
You say you a stepper, then step
Record label full of gangstas, only vultures at the table
b*tch I'ma eat
You hit out the car with a Draco
Finesser, I'm makin' you pay for it, b*tch get on feet
I had to dive in the deep, last time I snipe who I see, bodies be cheap
Kodak the one with the vision, I got my clique in position
They listen to me, got all kinda movement
I keep shooters for my shooters, in case them n*ggas wanna beef
Got two mansions, one on the beach
Two Bentleys, none of them leased
Two Benz's, Cullinan and Jeep
Who said they f*ckin' with me?
The money been comin' with keys
I got a vault in the attic, I done went frosted the Patek
You can't even see the Philippe