Ayo
I said "ayo"!
Ayo, Tical, he at the rap devil ACP awards
Give us our fuckin´ trophy

We takin´ everything (Wu-Tang)

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day
I get you dusted like no respect for you
Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it hot, even your momma won´t stand next to you

Ayo, ayo, who the fuck is this?
Hittin´ me at 5:46 in the morning? Pullin´ on my hive
I let the Killa Beez Swarm in
The way I play the corner similar to Josh Norman
I could murk your doorman
I could make a movie, two killers and the chauffeur

Ear to ear, buck 50s have you smilin´ like The Joker
From the lynches and submissions, the liners and the henchmen
Put these niggas on spin ´cause the machine, it had to rinse ´em

Wu-Tang is for the children, Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims (Uh)
My thumb´s for countin´ ones, but this middle is for your feelings
What the Blood Clot? I´m illin´, pop stars not civilians
Sick of y´all, not to mention it´s shots, amoxicillin
Me and Ghostface Killah, Mol-ova face, it´s written

Tell a bo-faced liar about face, and drill ´em, like
They Dean Cane, get ´em, I hit ´em with gutter flows
Then keep ´em on they toes just for kicks, like "what are those?"

Yeah, uh, and I´ma tell you this:
Me and Johnny Blaze´ll skin you niggas like fish, it comes to murder, I insist
Operatin´ tables quietly, they tried to stitch
This ´bout a bitch? (This ´bout a bitch?)
They cut the Mollies out a ditch
Two-tone tastles, red Wally´s with the grips
Sixteen minutes, told ´em press, we like the Saudis of this shit
And I was dead wrong, I fucked the body off this chick

Left her bones on the bed, her head was wobbly as a bitch

I tell her "La-Di-Da-Di" like I´m Rick
We jammin´ in the party, Bob Marley with the spliff
Black Bugatti with the shift
Look at Johnny (Aah), I´m blazin´, got an army, not a clique
Wu-Wear laundry, sometime it say Armani ´cause I´m rich (Rich)
Flow tsunami, I´m schemin´ like a Saudi with a brick
Rappers envy, but claim it was a ponsy when they slip
I get the thumbs up like Fonzy ´cause I´m lit (´Cause I´m lit)

New York Islanders, we finna hit somebody with the stick

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day
I get you dusted like no respect for you
Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it hot, even your momma won´t stand next to you

Ayo, you feel me? It´s more and more niggas tryna kill me
Jewellery too heavy, diamonds too milky
The way I shoot the gift it´s like my slime is too silky
My mouth caught a body on camera, my tongue guilty

My mouth talk dirty with grammar, my tongue filthy
My arms come with armour, by baby momma´s a milfy
And drama is the karma I get for somethin´ that killed me (Yeah)
And still might, steal on a rapper because I´m still me