Smells Like Crack (feat. Cov)

Something smells like crack I’m cooking up in the dungeon I got a product that everyone’s wanting You reach for the money I’m lunging I’m knocking back Henny I’m buzzing I’m plotting on fucking your cousin Increasing the depths of the water Diving with no life supporter Benjamin Franklin so gorgeous Counting up blues with the team out in Florida First of all Let me thank all my supporters If you had my back when I was down I’m grateful for it I’m returning all favors 30,000 dollars in a sealed folder Or anything you always fucking wanted imma get you Every tracks a fucking monster coming out the dungeon Plotting on the function always ready for destruction Team Tripp bout to take you for whole crib Always on some f*ck shit Always on my king shit Please don’t ever touch me less you trynna end your life quick Only got two options Get the f*ck or run them pockets bitch I ain’t no preacher but I know some fucking prophets bitch My futures brighter then the sun No type of heat can stop me And if you want the one of one Then go hit up no Johnny, I meant dang Johnny Dang always cash king the bling king You know the one the one the one that means mean I been searching for some better days and some better pay Moving towards my dreams I cannot let you get in my way I was taught to get it out mud, my sacrifice is blood I remember being lost and feeling like I got no love Now these women wanna give me hugs, I just wanna f*ck You might think I’m from Milwaukee, ’cause I’m all about my bucks I be stacking cash up like a lift kit on a truck Then I’m stuffing 3.5 of good gas in a blunt Can’t forget the sweet and tears, I had to go and face my fears You fucking up my vibe, so ima have to make you disappear