Monster Mike - G.A.D.D lyrics

[Verse 1: Ran$ah] Aye sh**, I'm sh**ting on a lot of n***as Keep a small circle like the 5 Percenters I hear them talk a lot, but where the profit in it And they ain't talking rich, I dont bother with it I'm in the bank and I'm just tryna put some commas in it And my mans with the sh** if I nod you finish And break times over now it's back to work n***as plotting with they friends like this gots to work Like whaat, n***a I'm Captain Kirk Its spaceship sh** I might attack the earth And it bullets through the air Bought him not nurse Like if it do connect then it just might hurt I got hand full of bands like I just might splurge I'm the man with the plan sh** I just might burn the whole city to a crisp Red little b**h and she speak with a lisp So imagine what she doing on the dick Okay, I gotta see to believe it If I hear it I don't know n***a a lie to you, make up whatever they want sh**, I might have to take a small vacation I do little flex Cause them apes be baping Them n***as rocking basics I break the bank with t-shirt and some jeans Fit whatever you make with 1 pay check Chase bank know my face So when I step in they know I need franklin faces [Verse 2: Mic Vic] Serving hand to hand Cause I dont really like blister Cause I write scriptures On how to keep a client like when they buy they keep shopping with you Keep a loud pin up Dont let it Ciara miss ya I am on a mission to multiply all these dividends And when we hit a lick, we in and out like minute man Now time for the [] n***a focused, Im moving the weight I feel like my Paul Bearer in the coco ni**a, getting to this money like it was on my to do list Creepy b**hes all way asking me why I'm so ruthless Probably cause I'm trying to whip around in something ruthless You ain't making me no bread b**h Please stop acting clueless A 9-5 in to strict. but rapping I can do this My n***as about to eat like Kathy Chef Family Reunions on union Thats why I cool it You got beef squad at you while I got Persian wife for sale On 48 is where I cool whip, b**h Verse 3: Monster Mike] I'm a perfect a** drug dealer Whole stain f** n***as Zips for the low That be nothing so it's love n***a Give me what you got I swear to God you getting faded Fast s**, Big Nash even say I'm going crazy Never lazy 'fore I got you Mic Vic would of had it to but then they bummed him But he was out the same day Crazy how we rap and laugh about it in the same place It cool cause we the same thing Tell 'em boy its stain gang Made gang, dollars on my face paint All we do is slang weight And all you n***as do is get rob Need some work call squad sh**, If not you getting robbed Swag village [] just the dope no socks f** the Cubs go Soxs But I'm tryna still on top What you need motherf**er Hit the line, know I get it If I don't then my b**h do Somewhere in her purse Drugs coming for the low But I dont know about a verse Put my team on everyday sh**, I dont got no other shirt I be rapping I be trapping I can never go to work They be capping, they be lacking If they ain't with it I can merch ya I really go at feeling good, my pockets really bad at hurting Finna need another plug, tryna f** around with murder He be lying like a b**h and I ain't trying to see a murder Just playing, even though that boy be [] He a Stain god, still gonna keep God first