[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
New chops
I tell the shooters go test it for me
And I keep a tech when I sleep
Just in case I run into a threat in my dreams
For that bread, it get deadly
Tell them n***as do not get in between
Double cup [?]
Double cup, it ain't no Henisy
Make a mistake, and I'm pressing delete
Running to n***as, like where is the energy?
If I hit it, she gotta remember me
She make it clap like asemblеy
I don't care if she bad on the sеrfis
If she ain't got a bag, it ain't worth it
We could be, but you ain't even worth it
Me and L Boy in Sacks, make a perchis
I was out with a bitch, seen him lerking
I told her, hold that strap in her perse
For you tweek, I'ma spazz on you first
Dirty hundreds, them bags in the dirt
I'm in L.A. with bails like the church
Get a whole lotta [?]
Shorty rich and she having it
I go up, and I don't need a latter
Why you talk, when you don't know what happen?
Off the block, now I go automatic
Off the block, now I go in that two K
Now I go in that N.B.A. live
Well these n***as, they ain't one of mine
Who these n***as? Just stay on your side
If I ever gon' say, I'ma slide
I know bro on the same type of time
I got tired of waiting my turn
Had to go out and just take what's mine
N***as say [?]
But them tables get flipped all the time
Oh, you tripping, you trusting these bitches
They gon' switch on the drop of a dime
And you tripping, you play with this chicken
Fuck around, and you n***as get fried
Cirtified, ain't no G checking
Oh that's [?] let me G check it
Gotta ride with like three weapons
Chop a n***a like seasections
Hit a wave like a seashell
Shells drop when my team stepping
And I'm blessed, I don't need revrend
He probably scamming like bro do
I went [?] local
Pack coming in through the postal
Go get that bread for the family
Keep it up [?] like you supposed to
They like Hood Fave, where the old you?
Tell them that they should be glad
He gon' run off with your racks
And then he gon' say he don't ohe you
[Verse 2: Mally Bandz]
Lot of the words [?] show you
[?] bro go to
They be like Mally, I want the old you
I can't even lie, I was [?] before ProTools
Bullets [?] go through
[?] sky, that's where you gon' go to
Jumped in this shit, and I ain't follow no rules
[?] behind me, I ain't leaving them no clues
Cut that bitch off, she get too attached
[?] better ask [?]
I got that check, I had to run [?] sack
Got another check, and made that shit do a backflip
Pussy fine, had to run that shit back
Listen to him, what he saying is cap
I don't listen to him, 'cause he lie in his raps
[?] that shit look like [?]
Two perkies got me relaxed
Watch what you say, can't go back on it
Sipping on drink til the next morning
Said I'm done with the perks, but I'm back on it
I kicked the ho out the next morning
If I go to sleep, man, the neck boring
Codeine got me on my neck snoring
No, I stay high, I be showing
[Verse 3: Vendetta]
Open [?]
I crack that pint, and the syrup I pour
Done with them losses, can't take anymore
When you break it down, yeah, that profit is more
[?] generation [?]
And that money regenerating more
Pressure [?]
Can't keep up, you shouldn't even try
And I went through a course, like it's Talladega
My n***as getting [?] never later
And you know you a square, like an hour later
Pop a fifteen, and that be my activater
Cruntch the numbers, I don't need a calculater
When I pull out the thunder, evalulater
Got that shit from the mud, I value paper
I put nothing above