Music: B6/Tezzus/Warhol.ss/Dior
(I thank Mashike for this beat)
Ayy, mash the engine, bitch sound like—
Uh
Ayy, ayy
Blue nose, devil-eyed, mash the engine, bitch sound like a pit
We get the drop through all the opps' dots, blitz the lo' if he post a pic
Hellfire, that fft get up on him quick, we burnt him and left him crisp
CVV look light, but this bitch heavy, I'll buy a coffin quick
Marching band, got sticks and drums, I'm tied with the troopers, we well-equipped
Shit get hard and he turn bitch, ain't got no spine, he'd rather quit
Post the V-note, Swiss cheesed him, he don't know no better, this shit get dangerous
White ho rock Hermès Topanga, buy a Kelly for a baddie stranger
Choke a ho, she eat dick strangled, '80s dope boy, jumpsuit bangin'
Bro went bust wrist, I went Delta, hoes worship me, Heltah Skeltah
Bigger racks, gotta rubber band 'em, she need Goyard, this ain't standard
Strum the Drac', chop hit a high note, I got a J clean the car like Rylo
We get pesos, check it pronto, fettuccini, right pocket pesto
Pink fifties, Bismol, Pepto, I hate thieves, I'll kill a klepto
Steal a whip, got tired of metro (A whip)
Out the box on deadstock retros (Out the box)
Super slimy like a ****in' gecko (Super slimy)
I bet beef he can bring back echo (Gone)
Pop a 'ludy, the whip on eco (Eco)
I'ma throw him off the roof like 2Pac (2Pac)
Thought he had some juice, it was Tampico (Tampico)
No, I'm not the boot man, I do repos (Repos)
Got on 2K16 Vlone (Vlone)
Take off the drank plug and then we gone (Gone)
Roll a Moonrock blunt and then we stoned (Stoned)
Use the oven, I couldn't turn the heat on (Yeah)
You ain't nothin', you can't put the team on (Yeah)
Ask for paper, then poof, she gone (Gone)
Got a bitch that's badder than Shego (Shego)
Want the beef in my pocket, got meatloaf (Pocket got meatloaf)
You think this the end the story, reroll (Reroll)
Paris, stuck the barrel in the peacoat (Barrel)
I'ma thread the needle in the GT
Feel like Batman dodgin' Gotham City PD (Like gone)
All that broke shit you doin' beneath me
And I'm maskin' up just like a tiki (Mask)
Peanut butter seats, the whip a Reese's (Reese's)
Stick hit him, hope he rest in pieces (Let's get it)
Never funk on the road with the 8s
Pulled up high, she get the code to the safe
Real nigga, I don't talk behind your back
I'll tell you you a ho to your face
If I tell you anything, say don't lack
I ain't tellin' on the bros or the case (No way)
I'm takin' this shit to trial
Real street nigga, got faith
I'm takin' the bitch of your child
I'm puttin' that dick on her face
If I tell him to kill you, lights out
Lights out, you can still see my chain
Lights out, put the steel to his brain
Lights out, lights out, ØWAY
**** nigga can't feel my pain
Nigga, yeah, it's a drill, it's a gang
Five thousand on new Rick Owens
Make a bitch drive me to the bank
Five thousand you spent on your chain
Five thousand, first class to LA
Five thousand, she gon' keep it on hush
Yeah, I make sure the mouth for the pape'
She like, "Dior, you do way too much
Why you keep stylin' on these folks every day?"
Keep talkin', you get met with the Drac'
My brother pill poppin', take these Percs to the face
My brother still robbin', if you buck, you get faced
Yeah, my bitch know I'm poppin', I can't take her on dates
Yeah, the crib so exotic, need a PIN for the gate
Man, these folks tried to slide, they shit got served on a plate
I'm so locked in, I ain't makin' mistakes
Said parade 'em, numb myself in the face
Blue nose, devil-eyed, mash the engine, bitch sound like a pit
We get the drop through all the opps' dots, blitz the lo' if he post a pic
Hellfire, that fft get up on him quick, we burnt him and left him crisp
CVV look light, but this bitch heavy, I'll buy a coffin quick
Marching band, got sticks and drums, I'm tied with the troopers, we well-equipped
Shit get hard and he turn bitch, ain't got no spine, he'd rather quit
Post the V-note, Swiss cheesed him, he don't know no better, this shit get dangerous
White ho rock Hermès Topanga, buy a Kelly for a baddie stranger