[ Featuring Teo ]
Yeah, huh, yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah
I'll rather suffer adrenaline pumpin
And my heart dropped cause I was jumpin' and bluffin
Niggas be doin' all that huffin' puffin
Breathless in front of us, stop actin' tough
We really grew up in streets that was rough
I used to step on centipedes for fun
Yeah, shit
We'll take on a stampede, won't run
Lamborghini & the back seat be gone
Niggas already know what we be on
Niggas just gotta turn the TV on
I'll go ahead and turn the TV off
I'll wax a bitch on, wax a bitch off
Swervin in the rental bout to take off
Ice on my dental she want me take it off
But I'ma keep it on told her take her panties off
Oh, I'ma take a walk to the f*ckin' candy shop
And we got a more than one hit my nigga
You could not call us Silento
And then we got the whip with the butterfly doors
Yeah, internet ogre's, trolls
Walk in this bitch and I think how I want
Yall follow our lead then treat us like ghost
When you see me in person, don't call me no bro
No twin, I swear that shit don't go
On the evil side, yeah, the demon in me just wanna go spin
Yeah, he don't see no more
People start evil, I brush them off
Never been seen a milly, better catch yourself up
We can tell that shit never seen versatility
Yeah, we so low power, we don't need no batteries
Bad bitches and they tryna match wit me
Witches tryna cast a spell on me
Magician with these f*ckin' melodies
Nigga got funk like the 70s
Pockets was empty, I gave out Yuan
Don't know how I'm empty, I'm feelin' numb
Don't know how I'm empty, I'm feelin' numb
Pockets was empty, I gave out Yuan
Don't know how I'm empty, I'm feelin' numb
All this shit yall be on
We don't even deal with where we from
Yeah, they already know what we done
Let it just stay on ya mental
Only real brothers hit a billion streams
Yeah, let that hit mental
Got so much to say, but you never been on
Got so much to say, but you never been on
Yeah, you gotta face the truth, you wanna get on
Everybody wanna get put on
I really understand why God made us who we are, nigga
Yeah, huh, better go head catch ya breath
Lil' bitch, Kevin Hart say it wit ya chest
Lil' bitch, bout it's bout dat time we get our respect
Oh yeah, not talkin about the diamonds on my neck
Oh yeah, not talkin about the diamonds on my wrist
Lil' bitch, and this some lo-fi with a twist
Let's go, yeah, you better hide your bitch, hide your hoe
And you better hide your bitch, hide your ho
Yeah, you better hide your bitch, hide your ho
Yeah
