Smac - Commando Lyrics

I go Commando
I'm Camo-ed down when I pull up in the lambo (Lambo)
Running down ya block, dawg, like I'm Rambo (Rambo)
Got more sticks, than them, boys in the camo (Burrrrrrt)
I'm Taxing everybody, that Uncle Sam Doe
If it ain't about cake then we don't talk it (Talk it)
Put a price on ya head and I bought it (Bought it)
Loud packs and them stacks, Yea, I got it (Got it)
And If they aint get my prints I woulda fought it (Fought it)
Mannn why the testin me
I'm here to test the game
And stack my cash
Cause it's my destiny
Blessed to see,
50 racks Every that time I kill the scene
Get some head I go to bed
Wake up then I hit the street
Wake up then I kill the beat
Wake up then I stomp the work like Beckham in them Nike cleats
Black SUVs in a fleet
I suggest you take a seat
Cause I'm on that rinse repeat
I known for my Florida heat
But every city f*ck with me
Let's go
I beat the game, DK
Haven't slept in like three days
I f*ck bitchs like three ways
Then kill beats, D day
Don't give a f*ck what he say
Don't give a f*ck what she say
On my grind, it's my time
Don't pass the torch, no relay
On your girl like Olay
Getting weird like so leh
This burner on me gets toastay
I'm on the road, postmates
To feed the fam, grocery's
Haters actin like sulfate
(When...)
I go Commando
I'm Camo-ed down when I pull up in the lambo (Lambo)
Running down ya block, dawg, like I'm Rambo (Rambo)
Got more sticks, than them, boys in the camo (Burrrrrrt)
I'm Taxing everybody, that Uncle Sam Doe
If it ain't about cake then we don't talk it (Talk it)
Put a price on ya head and I bought it (Bought it)
Loud packs and them stacks, Yea, I got it (Got it)
And If they aint get my prints I woulda fought it (Fought it)
I need a plac, I need a mansion
One the beach And in the hamptons
I can move the work Like salsa dancing
I'm dripped out In the latest fashion
Ass real
But the titties is plastic
Face blunt
I ain't into passin
Im upper dude
I ain't into crashin
I beat the cat
I ain't into passion
I get the cash than do the dash
Check my dash and it's digital
Now I'm laying back
And I Count the stacks that I make off my residuals
Ya lil bitch
(Boys air support is inbound)
(T-minus ten-seconds till impact)
(Evacuate the action zone immediately)
(Over)
(5)
(4)
(3)
(2)
(1)
(Oh shit)
(It's SMAC run!)
I go Commando
I'm Camo-ed down when I pull up in the lambo (Lambo)
Running down ya block, dawg, like I'm Rambo (Rambo)
Got more sticks, than them, boys in the camo (Burrrrrrt)
I'm Taxing everybody, that Uncle Sam Doe
If it ain't about cake then we don't talk it (Talk it)
Put a price on ya head and I bought it (Bought it)
Loud packs and them stacks, Yea, I got it (Got it)
And If they aint get my prints I woulda fought it
(Ha, it's SMAC bitch)
(You already know who got it)
(This is just the beginning bitch)
(The games about to get surgery and I'm the motha f*cking doctor)
(Ha, peace)