Yeah
Look
Check it
Aye, yeah, uh
Everybody wanna go and tell me what i gotta do
Ima come through, ima pull up with the two
Big racks, big bangs, ima pull up with the chain
Get it back, run a rack, ima hit em flame
Uh yeah
You know that, every time i be rollin
I be glissin ain't no reminisce-in
When im down and out
God damn
Everybody seem to got the motherf*ckin plan
Calm the f*ck down, yeah, go pop a xan
Yeah Uh
Everybody always lurkin uh yeah (Uh yeah)
Got these bitches on my dick they be always twerking
(Bout) Bouta go and put the murder on em uh yeah (Yeah)
Bitches wanna see me go down put the work in
Tell me what i need
Come through, with a pack so mean
Eight deep, we the boys on the team
Everybody got the own style, ho style, mo style, oh yeah
Now you f*ckin with me now
All right, that's tight, days back wouldn't book me on sight
Catch a flight with these words, while i curse what i work
Double.r we murk, catch a battle on sight
We the baddest of the type, when i splurge my lines
That's cap dog
Said you wanna be the rap god
Double back, all facts, catch a body never lack dog
Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we comin for the top we the kings on the spot
Yeah comin for the top
Bitch you know we get the guap
Yeah we never gone stop, hit it back let it mop
Ima get it like i said everybody need a metic
Ima leave em like i read it whatchu wanna do i let it
Slip right off, like i be living up so hectic
Everybody wanna go back, and disrespect it
Ima pull up with a big choppa and then i send it
F*ckin all around bitch you know that i never rent it uh
(Hell) Hell nah we done made if you asking
No package, hands down
We the motha f*ckin captains
All the fans we reppin for the back end
Gotta body and a dream put em on the scene
Blue face in a briefcase leave a sour taste in your mouth
When we comin through rippin up this place
Whole game full of phony rappers
Not a diss type
But its time i let em know on the mic
We keep it 100 down
Straight truth who tellin
We broke and worn down no tunes in our feelings
But we poppin off on the charts in our city, no cap
17 going strong, how the f*ck you riddle that
Big squad with a whole clip thirty rack-in, back-in, pack-in, Macs up, strappin
Milly how you picture that
God damn, how you picture that shit
(Look look)
How i vision that, ima never ever lack
Ima get it like its right, yeah stayin on my track
Ima sending like a fact, whatchu know about that
Whatchu know about that, whole skeem on the track
Like we planed in the back
Backpacked all our raps
Straight cash
All lies when i look you in the face
Whole case got you chased
Bitter taste cant relate
Oh god how i faced
(Faced off, gotchu faced)
Faced off, got you faced off
Need another motha f*ckin asshole case off me
Me, myself, and i
Always gotta multiply
Never gonna die
Bitch you know we on the rise
Gotta get it back like
This been the sign
Yeah
Been on my grind
Yeah
Bitch im gone shine
Yeah
Whatchu gonna say, when i pull up in the back
With another couple racks, gotta keep another stack
Ima never ever lack
And especially leave rap too
And you know what
F*ck all them fake ass people who said we wouldn't do it
Cause look where the f*ck we at
Nobody around here gets 16 motha f*ckin thousand streams
Suck my dick
And especially f*ck all my high school teachers, okay
Y'all some phony ass motha f*cks tellin me to go to college and shit
Bitch im in college
You know how much im in debt right now
You f*ckin don't
But Guess what bitch
Suck my dick
New wave 20/20
Exactly