Blam, Blam, Blam

(专辑： PRESENCE - 2019)

Yeah
L-O-X
I got 'em
Machine, baby

Look
Word to the coke that in my shooter nose (Sniff)
Beluga 2.0s in the coupe I drove
On the stoop in the cold moving stupid O's
Whip the fish before it even dried, deuce was sold
Take a half, produce a whole when I use the stove
Went from trapping in Pelle jackets to rocking Gucci clothes
That's why when you see me I'm with a group of hoes
Bad bitches that look like Karrueche, I'm used to those
Bal Harbor shopping, my pockets do be swole
Cuban's gold
Put my knife in your body, remove your soul
Use your homie shirt to wipe my knife off
His blood splattered on my Kev Montclair, I stabbed him twice more
The fuck I'm taking your advice for?
When they cut mama lights off, I started selling white soft
It's ironic the nigga they tried to write off was taking the league by storm, I'm kinda like Mars
Wake up in the morning to a blunted sour
Then I'm up in lust, I'm making money shower
You got money and respect, then you got fucking power
I'm rich but I clap a nigga over a hundred dollars

Where I'm from, you keep the hammer tucked
Niggas is foul, fuck around and get your nana bucked
Grimy niggas'll stick Santa though
Kill Rudolph, then eat 'em, you couldn't manage us
Why you think niggas is comatose?
Homie gave the other homie mama bag, now he got mad
Gotta kill 'em with the mag 'cause she overdosed
If I gotta box, it's the 52 or the rope-a-dope
Stunting in the drop
Plotting on the lot I could build on
Cross me I'ma rock a nigga knot
I ain't thinking like your average nigga
I got carats off of carrots selling juice
Peaceful yet a savage nigga
You could lie about Cartel ties
Well I'm the type of guy to leave the Cartel tired
Get the match and the gas, watch the Cartel dive
I'll catch 'em slipping in the gym and let a barbell fly
Break his face with a plate like the ghost of Charlie Murphy
But I'm the real ghost, you ain't no Charlie Murphy
Not in the comedic way
I'm the one who make Paul and Peter pay
9 millimeter spray

What you know about the trap being slow 'cause the grams bad?
But the plug want his dough so you pay for your man half (I'll take care of that)
.44 Bulldog making your pants sag
I swim the swamp with a gator, I made it a handbag
They tell me I'm how hope look
Them pots had to slow cook
Stack of paper on my kitchen table look like notebooks
Two shooters with you? We know them niggas, they both puss
Roll through and I let this toast cook like Rosewood
Black Soprano family, I probably should make the movie
Pray over a brick while I'm sliding a razor through 'em
Back to back trips now I got my bitch draped in Lou
I'm known for rock and a guitar like David Bowie
Yeah, I went against the FBI and crooked judges
When rappers start losing limbs you know the Butcher coming
Y'all still gassed off my rookie numbers
This the kid that's from a block that did Westside Gunn hoodie numbers
Uh, I grew to be a hustler but I ran with thieves (But I ran with thieves)
You steal from the gang, I bet your hands'll bleed
I met in a plug in the feds who used to hand me ki's
We was like Donovan McNabb and Andy Reid
Take me to your trap, I outta draft the plate
I fuck around and put my signature on a bag of H
Y'all niggas using 12 12's and call it stacking cake
When my niggas bag up, we using garbage bags and tape
Let's go, agh