Smack

[Verse 1: Remy-Ma] Remy-Ma I grew up with the killas’ 100 dolla’ billas’ My mob roll deep We ain’t go no feelings Chip up on your shoulder I guess you got a point to prove I would put you little bitched on the 10 o’clock news Wait, see I’m always on my shit Yah big homie on my dick You a clown and he a trick See I know I got that drip I be rolling with the clique I put Rollie’s on their risk You just a phony little bitch I got the homies in the whip and they gunnas (gunnas) I give you ho’s seven winters and six summers Making moves in the street How my wolves eat the sheep All y’all bitches straight pussies Say somethin’ (ah!) Ride on them in a second You must got death wish My nigga’s is hungry you lookin’ like breakfast Y’all niggas be texting, y’all think that’s a weapon Spray your momma crib now that’s how you send a message Ante up, ante up Yep before you necklace Nigga that’s a heckla’ You gotta respect it Bitch I made a movie, put that shit on Netflix You be talking gangsta But you were selected Said you run a set bitch Now you tryna set trip I’m calling you pussy, you calling detectives Hit you in your chest quick That’s what I call a breast lift Had to move a body That what I call a deadlift [Verse 2: Papoose] Shout out to Beasley and Smack yo! Papoose militant Brooklyn Fidel Castro Black of into door SVJ the Lambo I thought a broke nigga said something Money bag yo’ Landscaper pushing a lawnmower through mad slow Cause it easier to see the snakes when the grass low That Boeing seven seven seventy moving fast yo I’m on the Jet-son, Elroy, George and Astro Punched your man dead in his face ‘cause he’s an asshole Made his nose bleed like a concert, last row Niggas try to book me, the pussy I’m more dangerous If you were smart you would book someone who’s more famous I still got hood in me my whole life I caught cases Robbed dice games because I threw all Aces How you gonna book me I’m one of New York’s bravest You was moving slow and your homie was all anxious You know this if you open that book and be more patient Y’all on ain’t the same page Y’all both on the wrong pages When it comes to Louis Vuitton I’ve lost wages Man I wear more LV than Las Vegas Eat fish these broke dudes Ramen noodles More LV than fifty five in Roman numerals Merciless purposes serving the herd with these services Fly as a bird with this swerve in the urban with turbulence Heard your chick turned to tricks slurping dick with the herpes lip Turned the wig checking and then purchase some fucking Percocet’s Hurt your clique and burnt your whip coward you was the perfect vic’ Murder murder shit when it burn the clique and disperse the clip First to flip insert the clip jerked your clique to earn the chip Learning from a verbalist Earning from a journalist Burnt the pimp to squirt the fifth Dirty shit reverses quick With a Mac son I jacks son on some Curtis shit