Smells Like Crack (feat. Cov) Video (MV)

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 f*cking 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 f*cking wanted imma get you
Every tracks a f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking up my vibe, so ima have to make you disappear