Trying to get some h***s in a hot car
Hot f***s we away man not far
The greatness they claim not all
Are not real those juggernauts
Me L, B-Hell
Like a young Tinker Vera and Fidel Castro
Cash flow, car full of females
Bad h***s we in the DR
In the f***ing rapper boy getting out of line
I pray the preacher beat him to the got you
ER ER ER ER
I spit them country rap tunes like
HeHaw, Toe Carry
Blowfish scale no we rock
F*** yourself shawty see he wrong See he wrong
That's you shawty don't snuff your nose off
Then put the news in the streets on bro call
Cuz of you shawty met a bad snow m****
Out of Brooklyn in that Brooklyn view
Drake got broke off He and she called the homegirl from the BX
Freaky lil' Rican brought eggs and we sexed
Couple months later brought him down to Atlanta
Let him style on the Bama's that's right yeah we flexed
Heard she got a baby daddy and a n***a Ack
a ack he runnin' around talkin' bout yeah
he flexed You better pray for a h*** like your T-Bow
though Cuz right now he stay losin' like DJX
Then
I walk around like I got a 36 inch chain
Then I walk around like I got a 36 inch chain
We be that sh** that's right
Right up there put your thumbs in the air high five
I came for the stash boss gimme that
I been waitin' for this all my life
3am and it's still not bright
Still awake still awake from fading
Crazy still a soppin' while the ride so hazy
Triple the spit till the street gets wavy The
bliss and pure s**t magician get to skippin'
Not too tall talkin' handsome man But I talk talk for ransoms man
Spent grand on those zombies for the origami Guess I bagged the clams
Anyone object to the style get a smile and a backwards hand
Backwards hand
Backwards hand
F*** that man
Bellum is face on the face of an angel
Ray and I buckshot back to the table
Been a veteran,
Earthbound hellion Try to save grace get a face full of staples
Woke up in the city and smile like maple If
you come straight from New York you were late
If you come straight from another place stay
tuned Me and Mike got the whole map held safe
Be it NYC or the ATL From the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hell
We murder death killed every stage we step
Homicide time too better warn yourself el
Anybody lookin' for some trouble better
salt man We could double duct in a moff you
Hell gas just the right temperature Great beat minister
Riffidance cleats on your face for the finisher