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