"Let me-, let me hold that"
"One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me"
"What?"
"Three for you"
"Get, get, man, I'll smack-"
"Fuck is out here goin' on?"
"Smack fire out your fuckin ass
What the fuck you think this is, man?
Get the fuck up outta here, man"
"So, yo, matter of fact, matter of fact"
"Think my head is made out of fuckin' flyer"
"Shit aight, just-
This ain't even enough bread right here
This ain't enough"
"We gon' shoot right over there" (fuck that man, yo)
"And, yo, them niggaz got the big cream over there"
"Aight, let's get this cash smooth, nigga"
"So chill"
"Yo, Duke, spark up, light up the tropical, kid"
"Alright don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid"
"Just chill" (on the real, man)
"Let's go get this money fast, son
I know how we gotta do this kid" (aight)
"You scrunge-head motherfucker"

Yo, lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines
Pullin' nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes
They eyes closed, we gettin' loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about
Guns go off and now a murder route, I'm out
My raps play the part like in Get Smart
Secret agent and amazin', styles blazin'
Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
And rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F.
We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
Havin' them poodles on the lockdown
Buyin' me Amarettos and chewables
Smackin' pharmaceutical
Rap niggas on dust and woos
Yo, I told you, some kill, robbed and fold
The goal's untold, fuck it it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow
Goddamn I got it sewn
And yo, what up wop-wop?
The suitcase high and we can talk
You can walk out the fuckin' building and get caught
Save the fully inflatable
Rap relatable, drug relatable
Niggas here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler spoil the spot sellers
Guns and Glocks for the niggas who got props
Off top, jail niggas get mad bigger
And, yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama
Comma, plus smoke real ass marijuana
Chef Maranzano, boats across the Verrazano
Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate
And get cream in the cuisine of Queens
I told you, money skated with the night beams, and two rings

Crazy fag, I'm gettin' ready to do this shit
Sniff mad shit, man
Niggas better not even step on my shit

Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?
Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known
Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath
Here's his photograph
Run up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas, and think fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash
Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast
At full blast
Then skate to the gate further upstate
I heard they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo, look out for Jakes
Give it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we motivate
Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes
Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it
Hits without a trace
Never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth

The rap scar is on, rap parmesan
Poke on, put it on, seal it on, we're silicone
Spark it on your Talk-a-thon
This rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone
Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones
Blowin' out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent
Plug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense
Be on your rap sword defense
These microphone professional, sensational
Fully operational, I got niggas here to play with you
You know the steez, you know my whole program
Brothers from the No-Lands
All we want is the Gs, guns and grams
Livin' fat like the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin', eatin' pastas
Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas
Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit the Pelle, punch holes into the belly
Sucker tried to knock me out the box like Skelly
I smoke the weed dreams, I drop top to the breeze
Honey dip spendin' Gs on nails and hair weave
The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force
We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse

"Aight"
"Yo, man, you know what I'm sayin'?"
"Fuck it, man"

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Robert F. Diggs