Shit, let´s get it (Shit) Cloud of smoke from the ´Woods and the ´Vette spinnin´ Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin´ (Hey) Voice changer on a ham, I be head splittin´ (Hah) I ain´t even use an app, I´m off ten whippets Taught the dog a new trick, I´m playin´ fetch with it (Atta boy) Cuddy, he ain´t got an L´s, in the ´Rex whippin´ Red sippin´, how my cup look, you think I bled in it (Ah)
.308s like badda-boom, I bet that vest rippin´ (Brrt) I was feelin´ out of reach before the jet lifted (Yoom) Dog food and Hellcats, we ain´t pet sittin´
I can sell a body in the hood like I´m Craigslistin´ (Yup) You don´t wanna cross that line, you´l be X finished (Blender) Playin´ with our name, I bet we pay respect visits Layin´ with your bitch in y´all bed, havin´ sex in it Course I got the neck with it, pocket change, ten strippin´ Me and Mitch in Birmingham, good Revive visits When I fly MIA, it´s Design District When we mob NYC, it be SoHo Melrose when we out west, you should know, bro Left him stuck, froze, now his fish bowl a snowglobe (Brrt) Bitch tryna make a movie, junk, pass the GoPro We ain´t even gotta add effects, sip in slow-mo
Only thing I´m dodgin´ in this Chally is the po-pos All this (Shh), could turn the ´burbs to a dope zone (Hey) Had to break ties, doggy broke the bro code (Corn) Need to go to urgent care, I´m sick of broke hoes Tell a bitch, "The truth hurts, it´s better if you don´t know" (Swear) Show you that you lil´ bro and make you go home Plug takin´ all day, he throwin´ off my mojo Bricks and punches all around, this a dojo Fill a Solo up with Stily, I´ll kill it by my dolo I can´t even pump my gas, they want a photo (Damn) Pass a yerky to my ese, he go loco (Fuck) PLR get to kickin´ like it´s Bolo
I don´t need my vision in that deep end, Marco Polo (Nope) Fuck a strike three, he on his third out Walkin´ out of Berner´s with more Cookies than a Girl Scout Pull up to the function, back in, then I swerve out It might grow wings and fly away, this the bird house Shit, I always knew that this is how it´d turn out I be grindin´ nine to five, but I ain´t take the work route I be workin´ eight to eight, you think I had a job? Ganger hoppin´ out the tourbus, they thinkin´ that´s the mob (It´s us) Spinaroonie on a ho, can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)
If I send the load through, can you get it? Split it? Flip it? Handle the logistics? Boy, my shooter beat the case, they ain´t have accurate ballistics (Nope)
Shit, let´s get it (Shit) Cloud of smoke from the ´Woods and the ´Vette spinnin´ Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin´ (Hey) Voice changer on a ham, I be head splittin´ (Hah) I ain´t even use an app, I´m off ten whippets Taught the dog a new trick, I´m playin´ fetch with it (Atta boy) Cuddy, he ain´t got an L´s, in the ´Rex whippin´ Red sippin´, how my cup look, you think I bled in it (Ah)