MAC, no Dell (Let´s go) Leave a nigga stale (Stale) TEC, no Kel (Bah, KelTec) One hand, Odell (One hand) Slime, snail (Slatt) Water, well Chain can´t melt (Let´s go) Glocks in the mail (In the mail) We send oppositions to hell (To hell, we do) These niggas, they snitches, gon´ tell (Let´s go) ´Cause there is no hint on my shells (Bah)
[Shabazz PBG] I keep shells, send his ass to hell I got bales, I-I got clientele Pay you when it land, nigga, I don´t trust the mail Get ´em in, get ´em gone, they don´t touch the scale Glock 27, got it custom with the rail Niggas playin´, I´ma deal with ´em AR with a hundred, I´ma still get ´em Walk a nigga down on that wild shit Bro got Molly, sand tan, brown shit B-Boss up for a check, I feel like Money Man Hold up, leave the bank, hit the money dance
I´m off Percs, I don´t fuck with Xans In-In a sprinter, not a minivan She fuck with me ´cause I´m a winner, man Don´t fuck with you ´cause you a minute man Pakk Boy Gang got choppers like the Taliban I might work my wrist and serve it hand to hand
[Lil Uzi Vert] Mask on my face when we run in yo´ place And we need every combination to the safe And then, if you cooperate, everyone safe Got a Spanish bitch, yeah, she love giving me face I said "Little bitch, do you like how this shit tastes?" She said "Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, and seis" Tryna figure out how I´m gon´ get out my deal
I´m a bad boy, a reverend, I feel like I´m Ma$e Your bitch with me but she gotta leave by 8 ´Cause you know Lil Uzi do not walk with no cape Don´t rock no Bape, but my niggas, they apes And we walk with bananas that bust at yo´ grape Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Ocean gon´ lay on my neck Lil´ bitch, this not a lake The slowest car I got is probably a Hellcat And if you want do it, we probably could race (Skrrt) And if you gon´ hate, nigga, then hate Don´t let me fuck, then lil´ bitch, you is bait Don´t wanna talk, no, I don´t want debate Bro flip the bricks just like Raf flipped the straight I made a million right there on a Sunday Woke up, I made two million on a Monday
You is my son, you will be me, um, one day I am too humble, nigga, that´s my feng shui