Smoke DZA - Cuz I Felt Like It lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Righttttttt My n***as don't play Draw Something, they draw hammers Take shots, no cameras, no bandannas But they grimy, loyalty to the block or it's 10/90 Ambush a n***a kindly and untimely n***as punani, tough until they reach the County Around k**ers n***as turn into Mahatma Gandhi I take the dour 'cross the border, get frisked by the Mounties But like a magician the package disappear Hit my homie Brendan, "Have some kush when I get there, mine's tucked away" He like "You good?". I'm like "f**in' A" "You f**in' right, this bout to cure me from the flight" "And got some goodies waitin' for me, sh** I shipped 'em overnight" I be on it, I got options to get right And your b**h about to kiss the co*k good night Lames catch feelings, we catch flights Downtown Harlem n***a and all my n***as nice [Verse 2: Den10] I'm on my way to Cali to see my b**h Cause Harlem got hot and my G got pinched I need a new connect, got to bring that flip I'm a star in the hood, everywhere I went Everywhere I've gone, everywhere I've been If it ain't make dollars, it ain't make sense Fresh D-Boy, a part-time pimp Missy Elliot, is that your chick? Up in my car? Boyfriend stare hard I'm still a GangStar with my full clip G-H-E-double T-O then Ghetto moms, ghetto friends, I'm ghettoin' Get money, I show it Won't save, I blow it Miss my first payment when I lease that Benz Yea b**h I'm gutta gutta (naw n***a, you ghetto as motherf**a) [Verse 3: Den10] On my way to Texas, drivin' reckless Sippin' Peach Ciroc, almost missed my exit Watchin' for the cops, I ain't got no license Ghetto like a motherf**a, peep my gesture Tilted brim, heavy lean suggested Lookin' for a lean that'll push this package Half a brick of yay and a D-cup breastes (Keep rapping, don't get lazy on me, keep going n***a) Got the same shine that's in my necklace Gotta live it up cause I ain't dead yet I'm here, leave it up to them, nope I got it brah Been too thin to the gangstas, they not as tough I been tryna hide stuff, yea keep it moderate My lil' lil' man keep the Tech in a holister I don't really really wanna have to shoot ya' party up Tell the DJ play my sh**, keep it rockin'