(Aww, man, it´s the Kronic, y´all don´t even worry)
[Black Fortune] Waitin´ out front of my landlord house with a Drac´ ´cause he gave me a four-week notice
I´ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it´s a stick of deodorant My Canada shorty told me I remind her of Drake with the drizzy the way I´m controllin´ it I put a hundred-round drum in that glick, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament Made ´em throw up the white flag, these niggas forfeiting We gon´ go back-to-back like it´s a tournament I come from the gutter, bitch, I was unfortunate He tried to cop a QP, but I shorted him She crunched up two Perc 30s and snorted ´em You ain´t thuggin´, I heard you got locked up for loitering Have a baby by me, baby, and I´m abortin´ ´em And this ´za go fast, so you gotta preorder ´em
[Black Fortune]
I´m from outer space like a martian You got too much dip on your chip, nigga, park it Bullseye, make him a target Set him on fire, I hang with the arson (Flame) I leave ´em dearly departed I don´t eat pork, so they call me Mohammed And I see the future, but I ain´t no prophet If I catch my victim, he gettin´ demolished Hide the eight ball in the vent Run into the opps, shit gettin´ intense Sippin´ on green lean, I´m the Grinch I let the dope lock up like cement The first nigga run down gettin´ drenched Me and bro tied to the wrist like gimp She put the dog food in the hemp If he on that bullshit, he gettin´ lynched Tell ahk don´t shoot, but I shoot, I´m a hypocrite
Talkin´ in codes, yeah, they think I´m illiterate Take a trip to the island, I´m boolin´ on Gilligan She ate two Percs, but they ten milligram I was sellin´ that seven, I sold him the winner, man Beat on my chest, I feel like the gorilla man Blue ran that chopstick, I´m havin´ cinnamon These niggas only gangster on the internet
[Black Fortune] Waitin´ out front of my landlord house with a Drac´ ´cause he gave me a four-week notice I´ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it´s a stick of deodorant My Canada shorty told me I remind her of Drake with the drizzy the way I´m controllin´ it I put a hundred-round drum in that glick, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament
Made ´em throw up the white flag, these niggas forfeiting We gon´ go back-to-back like it´s a tournament I come from the gutter, bitch, I was unfortunate He tried to cop a QP, but I shorted him She crunched up two Perc 30s and snorted ´em You ain´t thuggin´, I heard you got locked up for loitering Have a baby by me, baby, and I´m abortin´ ´em And this ´za go fast, so you gotta preorder ´em
[MoneyMarr] MoneyMarr, strikin´ shit like a professional bowler Stand up and hit out the drop-top Rover Fuck is a stick-up? I´m tryna connect with the growers Reachin´ for this, take your shit off your shoulders
I´m in Cali with Fortune, let´s get shit in motion I´m fuckin´ this bitch and her shit like the ocean I´m a big dog, runnin´ this shit like I´m coachin´ I got a big-ass Drac´ and it´s shootin´ out tokens I got one too many decisions, I´m trippin´ You can´t hang with the gang, you ain´t in this division Goon in the back off the Wock´, sippin´ Now I´m back on the South, gotta duck 7th District They be all on my dick, keep takin´ pictures Tryna make me the bad guy, paint out the image Take ´em on I-95, get to kickin´ it Can´t let ´em catch up, put me in the system
Feel like I´m Baby, go harder than ever Intelligent, straight from the South, yeah, I´m clever How you beefin´ with me and you ain´t on my level? 10K drop, I´ma call up my stepper Touchdown, hop in that ´luxe with them pistols Nigga, you hot if you write it in pen or the pencil MoneyMarr
[Black Fortune] Waitin´ out front of my landlord house with a Drac´ ´cause he gave me a four-week notice I´ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it´s a stick of deodorant My Canada shorty told me I remind her of Drake with the drizzy the way I´m controllin´ it
I put a hundred-round drum in that glick, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament Made ´em throw up the white flag, these niggas forfeiting We gon´ go back-to-back like it´s a tournament I come from the gutter, bitch, I was unfortunate He tried to cop a QP, but I shorted him She crunched up two Perc 30s and snorted ´em You ain´t thuggin´, I heard you got locked up for loitering Have a baby by me, baby, and I´m abortin´ ´em And this ´za go fast, so you gotta preorder ´em