Haven
[Intro]
Critical alert (Huh, huh), yeah, hah, uh (Okay)
(Huh, huh) Yeah, huh, hah, okay, look
(Ayy, yah) Uh (Ayy, okay, look), uh
Yeah (Yah), huh, yeah (Ayy), huh (Yah, ayy)
[Chorus]
My bitch bad, finer than the rest
You wanna check her out, play chess
Get back to work, return to ya desk
I did what I did and left it on the steps
My baby a bloodsucker, gimme neck
I keep me a tool, it is not a wrench
You can't even play with me, you on the bench
Smelling loudpack, it's a stench
[Verse]
Serving that white, 'bouta pull my pants
I need me 150, the all-black Benz
These rappers too soft, I'm collecting they heads
You stuck in the crib 'cause you got two kids
Huh, huh, that's funny as shit
I laugh at the fact we get money and shit
I used to have nothing, I'm spending a bit
Just 2016, I spill blood in the pit (Ayy)
Huh, who these n***as? I don't know (Oh no)
R.I.P. when I come pop smoke (Pop, pop)
That's the .30-round clip to your nose
Swallow bullets, it's making you choke (Pow, pow)
Did the job then went bought me a coat (Uh-huh)
This is a flow like it kick-in ya door (Uh-huh)
It's a virus but no antidote (Yeah)
Raw body armor, it lessen the impact
On the block, hang like a skin tag
Don't get too comfortable, shoot up then kick back
What you thought? Yeah, but we did that, huh, uh
Don't catch a stab to the six-pack, uh
Playing with needles, not talking 'bout stimpaks
You got a problem, we fix that, uh
Got an addiction, money make me itch
Know I'm a dog, suck me like a tick (Okay)
Dug out the dirt, escaping throught the fence (Uh-huh)
You don't make nothing, you don't make cents, hah
Hope you take it to offense
Fly with your bird, she don't got a chest (Yeah)
Live in the 'burbs, you don't pay the rent (Uh-huh)
But we in the streets pitching like a tent (Uh-huh)
On the corner's where they getting bent, uh
Zombies, they don't eat flesh, uh
Brush 'em off like Crest, uh
And my ego still intact, uh
Shooting foul, not a TEC, uh
Balling hard, check the stats, uh
You speak opinion, not facts, uh
We getting paper like a fax (Okay)
[Chorus]
My bitch bad, finer than the rest
You wanna check her out, play chess
Get back to work, return to ya desk
I did what I did and left it on the steps
My baby a bloodsucker, gimme neck
I keep me a tool, it is not a wrench
You can't even play with me, you on the bench
Smelling loudpack, it's a stench
Critical alert (Huh, huh), yeah, hah, uh (Okay)
(Huh, huh) Yeah, huh, hah, okay, look
(Ayy, yah) Uh (Ayy, okay, look), uh
Yeah (Yah), huh, yeah (Ayy), huh (Yah, ayy)
[Chorus]
My bitch bad, finer than the rest
You wanna check her out, play chess
Get back to work, return to ya desk
I did what I did and left it on the steps
My baby a bloodsucker, gimme neck
I keep me a tool, it is not a wrench
You can't even play with me, you on the bench
Smelling loudpack, it's a stench
[Verse]
Serving that white, 'bouta pull my pants
I need me 150, the all-black Benz
These rappers too soft, I'm collecting they heads
You stuck in the crib 'cause you got two kids
Huh, huh, that's funny as shit
I laugh at the fact we get money and shit
I used to have nothing, I'm spending a bit
Just 2016, I spill blood in the pit (Ayy)
Huh, who these n***as? I don't know (Oh no)
R.I.P. when I come pop smoke (Pop, pop)
That's the .30-round clip to your nose
Swallow bullets, it's making you choke (Pow, pow)
Did the job then went bought me a coat (Uh-huh)
This is a flow like it kick-in ya door (Uh-huh)
It's a virus but no antidote (Yeah)
Raw body armor, it lessen the impact
On the block, hang like a skin tag
Don't get too comfortable, shoot up then kick back
What you thought? Yeah, but we did that, huh, uh
Don't catch a stab to the six-pack, uh
Playing with needles, not talking 'bout stimpaks
You got a problem, we fix that, uh
Got an addiction, money make me itch
Know I'm a dog, suck me like a tick (Okay)
Dug out the dirt, escaping throught the fence (Uh-huh)
You don't make nothing, you don't make cents, hah
Hope you take it to offense
Fly with your bird, she don't got a chest (Yeah)
Live in the 'burbs, you don't pay the rent (Uh-huh)
But we in the streets pitching like a tent (Uh-huh)
On the corner's where they getting bent, uh
Zombies, they don't eat flesh, uh
Brush 'em off like Crest, uh
And my ego still intact, uh
Shooting foul, not a TEC, uh
Balling hard, check the stats, uh
You speak opinion, not facts, uh
We getting paper like a fax (Okay)
[Chorus]
My bitch bad, finer than the rest
You wanna check her out, play chess
Get back to work, return to ya desk
I did what I did and left it on the steps
My baby a bloodsucker, gimme neck
I keep me a tool, it is not a wrench
You can't even play with me, you on the bench
Smelling loudpack, it's a stench