[Producer-Tag]
Yo ril, this shit crazy
Benz on a track

[Part 1: Armz]
26 back on the Z and I took that L, 'cah the food come TT
Feds in the rear-view, it’s peak like John Cena, you can't fucking see me
Out on the streets, where need be
On the curbs, I don't know about freebies
So I’m scheming, and so many opps got left there bleeding
If I run up in your trap let me get that pack
For the sake of your mum haydeeden
If I eat, then my broskis eating
Big fat bells, that's no more breathing
Beef got seasoned, no reason, for my bro I'm squeezing
Let me break that down
I got bags and boxes, the way that I put that bladе to brown
You know I'm tryna shave these clowns
Said shе wanna fuck with a skinny ass pirate
Two in a Q and a bruck down pyrex
Two seat coupé, that's mileage
Out my seatback if I hear sirens
Strictly violence, ching his chest
I'mma cling these items
I'mma get them flying
18k on the wrist for the timing
Slap these sweets in a nine, no Rondo
Can we go ride, let's slide on Cumbo
Step on the blocks like Rumble
Turn him pack, now we’re smoking Congo
Ay, CT1 to the AG, bis
Shoulda seen the way that bro bored Mizz
Listen, ten do five in the wiz
Man, beat that case
Man, buss no jizz
Slip and dash
My little n***a just got hit with ten in the pen for the mish and mash
That bitch is bad she loves the flick of the wrist
Done a kid in the back
When I whip that crack, I’mma bring that back
Same way I grip that mash
OT out the country
And that's kway out when I’m serving
TT, have the cats dancing
Moshpit has the phone twerking
Two young boys and a driver and a samurai, cah we're lurking
Just turned off two trap stars
Then turned on, back to working
[Part 2: 2Smokeyy]
I'm in the Five with this Tina Turner
Like the designer but I ain't talking drip
Five bros wan’ shoot
Better hide, I just put five on a ding-dong whip
Bro got eight on the dot-dot stick
This blood gon' drip when I hit man's wig
Rideout, when I ride, your pissed
Tinted whip and two loaded sticks
AGB, knifework on fleek
Don't get it twisted, I still step with heat
Agan bop on paigon blocks
Don't do shit drills with an empty T
Free BA, gunplay, knifework, mazza
Bro's way too PG
Free Hitman, shoot and dip man
Free Armed Response, free my GG's
I'm pissed
Triple-S took so many trips now the paigons hide
I can't find these pricks
Shit, that's shit
Blitz too loose, man, slide with him
Tried do it mask off like Future
Nearly forgot how the man there snitch
Me and Alert, one dot-dot
Each fuck the ratio when the red bell split
They give verbal and we get round
And they captioning pics like: "The good die young"
Home and away, can't ride on my block, I'll turn a white tee all red like bion
I'm fucking tired
Like, how they giving verbal, I'm fucking puzzled
When Mizz got left in pieces
No coming back like a jigsaw puzzle (Dickhead)
[Outro: Armz]
One for the Nina