Craig - Rap sh** lyrics

[Intro] Bey bey bey (x2) Ha'd Go! [Chorus] All I gotta' do, is get this money All i gotta' do, is stay hungry If these n***as jokin', just know i ain't fakin' Headed to the top, my fingers keep on itchin' Thumbing thru these bands, Bob Marley jeans I'm cake-y But in this rap sh** I'm gettin' head b**h But in this rap sh** I do this for my squad (lets get it!) (x2) [Verse 1: Smoke #00] All my n***as thirsty for this action Bahamas Godet Avenue, that's what i'm reppin' See a thick, pa** a chick She only stretching I'm living reckless, keep my momma stressin' Don't mind me this rappin' I keep a weapon Armoured up for a dot, it ain't no option When i pull up in that crazy imma smoke the road Do a show, full of smoke (pounds getting poke) Hella racks in my pocket Me, smelling like kush blunt Bey I'm flexin' with my squad I know that you want some Don't try claim me cause i got a big gun Movie cut to your head like i finna film one I be wit my team, that's a fact We be stackin' cream and toting macs No new n***as, just some new broads Same old n***as n bunch of new cars [Bridge: Tibo Brice & Smoke] In my hood We good Welcome to my hood (b block) Welcome to my hood We good You know what it is n***a [Chorus] [Verse 2: 40 Block] I'm thirsty for this rappin' Home boy you actin' In this sh** for fashion Boy you ain't ready for action I blow you up Bin laden Been ballin' like madden Assault you like a felon My barrel on watermelon Tell the cops I ain't running Damn sure I ain't telling Before you approach me Imma tell you don't ask me no question God done send my blessing, now I'm smoking on heaven Flipping up these angels my pockets on lucky 7 Bring me to your city I'm causing that 9/11 Never leave home without a weapon If you bout that life then come catch me slippin' Headed to the top I think I'm Scotty Pippen [Chorus] [Outro]