Helluva made this beat, baby (What up, VO)
I got five hundred pounds of that gasoline
Talibando,Tee Grizzley,YNW Melly+Lurkin+Lurkin+We compress or mix some shit that look like fax machines
Talibando,Tee Grizzley,YNW Melly+Lurkin+Lurkin+Drop a nigga from a distance like he Dr. King
The type of sleep that boy getting, he ain't gon' have a dream
Two watches, still ain't got no time on my schedule
Talibando,Tee Grizzley,YNW Melly+Lurkin+Lurkin+Make the 'caine stretch just like that nigga off The Incredibles
Talibando,Tee Grizzley,YNW Melly+Lurkin+Lurkin+You rap niggas stay in your lane, that's what you better do
Talibando,Tee Grizzley,YNW Melly+Lurkin+Lurkin+Draco shells turn a nigga mattress to a sectional
So many fiends outside the spot, this shit like Chick-Fil-A
You know you pumpin' when your nick house do a brick a day
We gon' switch up houses after 60K
Never slippin', in that alley pissin' with the K
**** if I'm rich, b***h, we goin' 'til the Hawthorne
In a spaceship with my wrist glowin' like a lightsaber,
This Star Wars
And you know what we doin', it's beef
We ain't at the half court when we shooting from deep
We out the street
I do this for my brothers, kill or die, hit the stand and lie
Heard the nigga snitchin', he won't make it there to testify
In the Bentley truck with my nigga Tee on Exit 9
I told him way before this rap shit I was doin' fine
I would spin around a thousand kits for like eighty-five
I heard niggas cappin' in they songs, they be tellin' lies
And if it wasn't for this rap shit, they wouldn't have a dime
I thought my nigga out the bakery 'cause he be sellin' pies
Turn the traction off on the 'Cat and cut the block up
Ain't no limit to this shit, I feel like Silkk the Shocker
Think the opps and the feds teamin' up, they tryna stop us
Go up top on a nigga, spread his brains like it's some pasta
That Taliban piece worth twenty thousand
Niggas hated on me, hit the stash
Called his b***h to come and count it
I'm just getting to the money, what's the problem?
Riding 'round with that chopstick, I got a problem
This Florida rapper YNW Melly
Are being held here at the Broward County jail this morning
In the streets with that chopper and I'm lurkin'
And my niggas, they ain't snipers but they observing
In a stolo with your b***h and she keep swerving
'Bout to pistol whip this ho, she acting nervous
Short ass b***h but I'm down to toe tag you
With this tall ass chopper with an extended mag
Oh, damn, I ****ed her with a Magnum
That's your b***h, that's your b***h, but she a thotty
That's your b***h and my clique, and we plottin'
I got my b***h and she spoiled rotten
Y'all **** boys talk shit, but don't play
'Cause we like to pull up with hundred round K's
And we like to pull up and let them niggas go
Oh no, woah, I'm tryna **** all on her throat
Diamonds wet, no Yachty, but this shit look like a boat
**** that, pop that cum inside her throat, wait