Helluva made this beat, baby (What up, VO)
I got five hundred pounds of that gasoline
We compress or mix some **** that look like fax machines
Drop a ***** 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
Make the 'caine stretch just like that ***** off The Incredibles
You rap *****s stay in your lane, that's what you better do
Draco shells turn a ***** mattress to a sectional
So many fiends outside the spot, this **** 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, *****, 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 ***** snitchin', he won't make it there to testify
In the Bentley truck with my ***** Tee on Exit 9
I told him way before this rap **** I was doin' fine
I would spin around a thousand kits for like eighty-five
I heard *****s cappin' in they songs, they be tellin' lies
And if it wasn't for this rap ****, they wouldn't have a dime
I thought my ***** 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 ****, I feel like Silkk the Shocker
Think the opps and the feds teamin' up, they tryna stop us
Go up top on a *****, spread his brains like it's some pasta
That Taliban piece worth twenty thousand
***** hated on me, hit the stash,
Called his ***** 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 *****s, they ain't snipers but they observing
In a stolo with your ***** and she keep swerving
'Bout to pistol whip this ho, she acting nervous
Short ass ***** but I'm down to toe tag you
With this tall ass chopper with an extended mag
Oh, damn, I ****** her with a Magnum
That's your *****, that's your *****, but she a thotty
That's your ***** and my clique, and we plottin'
I got my ***** and she spoiled rotten
Y'all **** boys talk ****, but don't play
'Cause we like to pull up with hundred round K's
And we like to pull up and let them ******* go
Oh no, woah, I'm tryna **** all on her throat
Diamonds wet, no Yachty, but this **** look like a boat
**** that, pop that ***** inside her throat, wait