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G Scott - Sacc Lyrics

Sacc Song Lyrics
Sacc by G-Scott (Intro)
I need a hunid million trillion muthaf**kin' racks nigga
(Hook)
I need a hunid million trillion muthaf**kin' racks nigga
Where I'm from, it all started with a sacc, nigga
Sacc nigga, muthaf**kin' 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, b**ches 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 sh*t, she bag the sh*t, girl get the money, I'll wait for it
I was supposed to be a doctor, lawyer, but who the f**k 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 muthaf**kin' racks nigga
Where I'm from, it all started with a sacc, nigga
Sacc nigga, muthaf**kin' 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 b**ch 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
b**ches give em left and then know it's right
I'm more hustler for a bunch of mo' b**chin' tight
I need a hunnid million trillion with a set right
(Hook)
I need a hunid million trillion muthaf**kin' racks nigga
Where I'm from, it all started with a sacc, nigga
Sacc nigga, muthaf**kin' sacc, nigga