Lyrics:
Put me in the booth and
I'll brodie your wave files
You still getting booed at the
Open mic like 8 Mile
You still actin' like spoken word is serious
is the hue on this inf beam, ain't shit adjacent
I'm in a place where to aim is like tryna kill a basement
The same basement I drew up on dreams in
I'll be smoking OG
On they ashes,
Eyes roll
Redder than the Devil is
And I'm about to take you on another level bitch
Elevated conscious...
And I
Yeah, mothafuckas better know
I'm a bad bad bad
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls
My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib
shit. (What?!)
But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz
(Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
emcees in
could coach you
Had to learn and get right the Inf way
Word to Slash swerve for cash gotta keep it in the stash
Blood bath if a nigga try throw hands
Since I got the inf'
Dot on your head, take all your strength
Yeah, I'm in it for the green
I'll get up in your seams
While you sonning me like a nigga
Even when I'm down bad
I swear they can't go tit for tat wit me
I smash
Anything that's in my way
Ain't no looking back
What my bro Inf say
Might
the shit now
Four pound whippin' the flesh, better sit it down
Get it clown? You done started something
I put it down, and you just started hustlin'
a fairy, you Ben and Jerry's. My shit is scary, Pet Cemetery
Bitch compare me to a shotgun that's stocked up with incendiaries
I'm a animal with giant balls,
Yo
Yo, Drew and Inf', did this, this right here is crazy
I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like not-not big in the sense of weight, you know what
starving to death
Homie, the team got the fish and
It's on point like the beam
Yeah, the inf', you a fiend, I'm the pitch
I'm a dream to your bitch
I catch
slippin' ill make him disappear
Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth won't slip new
population
(That's right)
When No I.D. say ah (ah) now what you want to know?
I want to know if you can rock the mic like so
When Dug Inf say ah (ah)
I've been a snow man
Always blowin' strong yeah
How can you believe this shit
Fuck both of y'all, I fear no man
My top quit and that trippy, seats tan,
TV, 'cause I hustle, baby
This rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick, to talk greasy (woo)
By any means, partner, I got to eat
TV, 'cause I hustle, baby
This rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick, to talk greasy (woo)
By any means, partner, I got to eat
shit slide (I ain't lettin' that shit ride, nigga)
Go head and try me if you want, nigga (what's poppin'?)
I'll let this fuckin' clip fly
slippin' ill make him disappear
Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth won't slip new
chew cords up and poop on the floor bruh
You niggas stupid, you must be using a short bus
I'll pull your shit back like I'm removin a corn husk
And I
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One tigga one, one two, one two
Dug Inf on production, my man Com for
them shits
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met him, how he bae that quick?
I'll say it to your face, don't gotta relay
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
Thing is I never lied to you
I said this life and the next
I'll see you in the next
Omaha shotgun in my pistol shit
Megan Fox with the love you
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