G-Scott

G-Scott - Sacc lyrics

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(Intro)

I need a hunid million trillion muthafuckin' racks nigga

(Hook)

I need a hunid million trillion muthafuckin' racks nigga

Where I'm from, it all started with a sacc, nigga

Sacc nigga, muthafuckin' sacc, nigga

(Verse)

Crazy, not had mine when growin' up

Come preset with yo guys

Can't barely count up to 20, but known by 36 hours

With the stows, hunnid hoes, bitches loud up in my flows

But I'm broke and jerkin' ova the *yawn*

Here I go, I'm way too personal, I guess that might have been my downflow

I was flexin' way too much and wasn't movin' major weight, fool

But I can the shit, she bag the shit, girl get the money, I'll wait for it

I was supposed to be a doctor, lawyer, but who the fuck gon' pay for it?

So you went to college, huh? Got a hay wire addiction and an alcohol addiction

Gettin' payed for your wise and intuition

Big storylines, do it every night for a livin'

Man, I'm into some thug life, I know it

You know fast money can't self

Don't let a blunt tell ya not a fast sell ya(?)

Until you start the buildin', get more dough

Watch for that first pack cuz most likely it'd be like my first time

Ya know, started off gunna awkward

Link still runnin' a pink diamond

The cops pull me ova, me and my girl tryna eat tonight

I don't wanna call a homie with the beast tonight

I don't wanna call my hommie with the beast tonight

Gimme my serge, lil Venus with serene the light

Ya nigga

(Hook)

I need a hunid million trillion muthafuckin' racks nigga

Where I'm from, it all started with a sacc, nigga

Sacc nigga, muthafuckin' sacc, nigga

(Verse 2)

Honor roll student, college drop-out, that's the recipe

Settle round some niggas who won't seem to quit the testin' me

They just tired of ballin', I'm just tryin' invest in some things

Plant the seed, let it grow, see just what the harvest brings

(No money like the show money, drag yo money to the slow money)

(Ain't gettin' jammed, that's no money)

(Pussy plug friendly, now you mo' blendin')

(Ya get stressed out, that's the grand standin')

(Give that bitch the A and it's the gram stammin')

(Temperature 4.60, no trams on it)

(So you want some flows till the grounds comin')

Will rap in the heart of that

Till I'm six feet deep from my heart attack

Cuz I'm the thrillest in the world and do more than that

So we done booked anothat fella get the script in that

Man spit on cliques, make the dip on rolls

Work a fatter lamp, it's a different race

You either in here to lick or see a licence joyce

Says it's you below who gon' need a voice

Is it me? Hell no!

You betta keep these niggas sayn no

And my chicks with the same niggas old

Feel like woah black ribbon then she go

Go go go, that's gazy, right

Bitches give em left and then know it's right

I'm more hustler for a bunch of mo' bitchin' tight

I need a hunnid million trillion with a set right

(Hook)

I need a hunid million trillion muthafuckin' racks nigga

Where I'm from, it all started with a sacc, nigga

Sacc nigga, muthafuckin' sacc, nigga

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