Blowing The Speakers (Reloaded Edition Bonus Track)

(albüm: Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath Of God - 2020)

Yeah (Yeah), Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Yeah (Yeah)
And yeah (And yeah)
Yeah

We turning the heat up again (Yeah)
We fucking the beat up again (Yeah)
We fucking the street up again (Yee)
We blowing the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be coming to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turning the heat up again (Uh)
We fucking the beat up again (Yeah)
We fucking the street up again (Yeah)
We blowing the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be coming to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

In a Panamera Porsche (Ugh)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color sounding like I split a atom, put the body on a cross (Yeah)
Doing this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whipping Phantoms (Bitches be whipping Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit all flatten (Yah)
See how we letting it go? (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (Damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite I'm the nigga she chose (Damn)
Get imported fabrics from Morocco (Yeah, yeah)
Ship with a ten million dollar condo (Yeah, yeah)
Just to me Macho C-Camacho (Yeah, yeah)
Leading the flacas, they gotta follow (Yeah)

We turning the heat up again (Yeah)
We fucking the beat up again (Yeah)
We fucking the street up again (Yee)
We blowing the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be coming to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turning the heat up again (Uh)
We fucking the beat up again (Yeah)
We fucking the street up again (Yeah)
We blowing the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be coming to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let me take off my coat 'cause it's hot in this bitch (Hot in this bitch)
I been getting my dough, just talking my shit (Talking and livin')
'Bout to fuck with these hoes, follow the whip (Follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do, follow the script
I'm in the gate and I'm counting the profit
While shitting on niggas, you never could stop it
Future Bugattis, you know I'ma cop it
Then kill all these niggas, you know, when I drop it
Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (Damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (Damn)
It's all up in my blood, they know it's biologic (Yee)
You can give 'em all a new feast for the street
I'ma give 'em the food so my niggas can eat
When I'm living the truth, that's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the building and fuck up the beat
While I spend all this money, I want a receipt
When you niggas cool off I'll be giving you heat
And you know we'll be back just to fuck up the streets

We turning the heat up again (Yeah)
We fucking the beat up again (Yeah)
We fucking the street up again (Yee)
We blowing the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be coming to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turning the heat up again (Uh)
We fucking the beat up again (Yeah)
We fucking the street up again (Yeah)
We blowing the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be coming to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)