The Underachievers
Last Call
[Intro]
Hello
YDNA

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
I'm a backwoods n***a, them gangstas with us
From far, that’s word to the set
Brought the MACs out with us, he blacked out with it
Your team get hit with the TEC
Woah that's fine my n***a, I dive in bitches
In the world just to get in checks
Yeah we a mile high n***a, with the Gods right with us
Relapse, still smoking the best

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOUR]
I got the light, now she open like lotus
I get so high, I be feeling heroic
No GMO, get my weed from the growers
AK the illest, most valuable poet
I put a four in the two, yeah I pour it
You got some snakes in your grass, better mow it
She give me brain like she download a modem
Trap with the pole, I ain't talkin’ bout totem

[Verse 3: Issa Gold]
My team be winnin', my bitch be sinnin'
My VS hittin', my wrist be spinnin'
My cheese get splittin', my Benz ain't rented
My shit ain't tinted, my fit authentic
My G’s ain’t friendly, my gangsta's with it
Your gansta’s missing, we Black Star livin'
Your sack ain't hittin', your wax ain’t with you
Yo' strap ain't with you, don't press that
[Verse 4: AKTHESAVIOUR]
Spittin' that fire, no match for the coast
Spark that shit up and I'm passin' the smoke
No hockey puck but that ice on me cold
She give it up like her life on the ropes
N***a I'm winnin', you stuck on them bitches
I'm forthin' them inches, I get to the gold
Handle my business, I started, I finished
Impartin' my linguish, just smashing your hoe

[Verse 5: Issa Gold]
Drop top n***a, like hats off
Tip top feel it, like that's shock
Feel like winning, no mask off
No no limit, like black cards
Stick to my business, like that's all
Real life livin', no wack sauce
Keep my digits, my bank tall
Drink 'til I'm finished, like last call

[Verse 6: Issa Gold]
I sip that Henny, I whip that Bentley
Make shorty get loose in the truck
N***a I grip that semi, my wrists feel heavy
My troops stay strapped for the fun
Yeah my hoes fuck with me, my chicks feel lucky
My team real comfy, your team look funny
That pack stay on me, your packs ain't potent
Your gang ain't homies, your strap ain't loaded
[Verse 7: AKTHESAVIOUR]
Hit my connect, get the pack for the low
Ain't bout a check, then I walk out the door
Strapped with the weapon, you step and we blow
Might loose my temper and shoot up your home
My team official, you n***as is clones
She see the difference, that's why she be gone
I need my cheese, I need that provolone
These n***as vegan, so I eat it all

[Verse 7: Issa Gold]
Pull up on your bitch like skrrt
M4 coupe, bumpin' A$AP Ferg
N***as can't lose if you put in that work
N***as can't shoot if they get clapped first
Woah, won't pass you nothin', you pass out from it
No handouts dummy, we cash out somethin'
Your life be frontin', your wife ain't loyal
Your time is broken, my eyes is sore

[Verse 8: AKTHESAVIOUR]
Talk a lot of shit, red dot em' like Hindu
You ain't coming back, n***a even with a Senzu
Shorty get attached, like Houdini, gotta break loose
Gotta leave a mark, like graffiti what my days do
Grew up with the sharks, and you looking like bait food
Mommy go nuts for a n***a, call her Babe Ruth
Smoke in my lungs, hit a n***a like a quaalude
Claim you a thug, but these shells might change you