Televised
The streets is all I had to love on, I'm from a drug zone
When the homie keep his mug on, can't wait 'til all the bros home (Free y'all)
Skinny-dippin' with a model bitch, she don't got no pudge on her (Skinny)
I can get you orange and blue pills, I got a plug on 'em
ERD my jacket, we done splashed it, I gotta keep my ratchet (Yeah)
This year, let 'em have it, cop a gulf stream to offset my taxes (Let's go)
Hittin' it from the back, she gettin' attacked, this shit like black magic
Tennis chains, a carat and a half on my ears, gettin' clarity
Nothin' like these cappin'-ass rappers, really 'bout that action (That action)
Send 'em to my mama house, my sister signin' for the packages
Ain't no clothes in there, yeah, couple 'bows in there
Yeah, I put my blick and fix my shirt before I go inside, yeah (Right)
Two-three, serve on different zaza, come and pick your kind (Screw)
Ketamine'll get you high, this shit for the vibes (Screw)
Poppin' shit, catch me outside, they gotta duck and dodge
Really up, I got at least a dime in my garage
Gotta show me she your twin, let's have a ménage, yeah
Know the feds in town for switches and secret compartments
Every day, we pushin' pounds, we done beat up departments
They don't want me in that mode, swear I'm really the hardest
Fuck them n***as, let 'em die (Fuck 'em), I want it televised (Yeah)
I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide
Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out
.223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind
TRX came bulletproof, bricks came in an inner tube
Frontline with them stompers every time like I ain't got shit to lose (I do)
All about that pape', I'm on my grind, I got some shit to do (Yeah)
Use this as my interlude (Yeah), I'm cool on all them interviews (Yeah)
Streets, I got 'em in a headlock, cut off my dreadlocks (Yeah)
The lawyer wanted seven hundred grand, he got it dead, doc
Been on his ass the last twelve months, he shouldn't have said nothin'
Don't ask me how I feel about him, fuck him, take his head off
Hundred grand stuffed in my sweatpants, these from Chrome Hearts
Money over bitches, turn my back on gang? Hell nah
She stay on my mind, I think about her 'cause head raw
Then wait in a line for these pills like it's med call
You ain't got a couple M's put up, you should shut the fuck up
All of y'all can't fuck with none of mine, I'm ready to put the check up
Tryin' to keep it low, but I don't know how, this shit a different level
I'm my brother's keeper, we all we got, we gotta stick together
She gon' give that twat to me whenever, say I get her wetter
All this shit I got from out the gutter, duckin' death forever
Never let 'em play me like a buster, on my lil' ones? Never
Money make your whole life better, I want this shit forever
Fuck them n***as, let 'em die (Fuck 'em), I want it televised (Yeah)
I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide
Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out
.223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind
When the homie keep his mug on, can't wait 'til all the bros home (Free y'all)
Skinny-dippin' with a model bitch, she don't got no pudge on her (Skinny)
I can get you orange and blue pills, I got a plug on 'em
ERD my jacket, we done splashed it, I gotta keep my ratchet (Yeah)
This year, let 'em have it, cop a gulf stream to offset my taxes (Let's go)
Hittin' it from the back, she gettin' attacked, this shit like black magic
Tennis chains, a carat and a half on my ears, gettin' clarity
Nothin' like these cappin'-ass rappers, really 'bout that action (That action)
Send 'em to my mama house, my sister signin' for the packages
Ain't no clothes in there, yeah, couple 'bows in there
Yeah, I put my blick and fix my shirt before I go inside, yeah (Right)
Two-three, serve on different zaza, come and pick your kind (Screw)
Ketamine'll get you high, this shit for the vibes (Screw)
Poppin' shit, catch me outside, they gotta duck and dodge
Really up, I got at least a dime in my garage
Gotta show me she your twin, let's have a ménage, yeah
Know the feds in town for switches and secret compartments
Every day, we pushin' pounds, we done beat up departments
They don't want me in that mode, swear I'm really the hardest
Fuck them n***as, let 'em die (Fuck 'em), I want it televised (Yeah)
I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide
Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out
.223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind
TRX came bulletproof, bricks came in an inner tube
Frontline with them stompers every time like I ain't got shit to lose (I do)
All about that pape', I'm on my grind, I got some shit to do (Yeah)
Use this as my interlude (Yeah), I'm cool on all them interviews (Yeah)
Streets, I got 'em in a headlock, cut off my dreadlocks (Yeah)
The lawyer wanted seven hundred grand, he got it dead, doc
Been on his ass the last twelve months, he shouldn't have said nothin'
Don't ask me how I feel about him, fuck him, take his head off
Hundred grand stuffed in my sweatpants, these from Chrome Hearts
Money over bitches, turn my back on gang? Hell nah
She stay on my mind, I think about her 'cause head raw
Then wait in a line for these pills like it's med call
You ain't got a couple M's put up, you should shut the fuck up
All of y'all can't fuck with none of mine, I'm ready to put the check up
Tryin' to keep it low, but I don't know how, this shit a different level
I'm my brother's keeper, we all we got, we gotta stick together
She gon' give that twat to me whenever, say I get her wetter
All this shit I got from out the gutter, duckin' death forever
Never let 'em play me like a buster, on my lil' ones? Never
Money make your whole life better, I want this shit forever
Fuck them n***as, let 'em die (Fuck 'em), I want it televised (Yeah)
I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide
Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out
.223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind