[ Featuring Khern$ ]
Hold up I need me a drink
I got me a ten
Y'all trippin' f*ck off of my dick
That bitch in the whip
I'm taking a second to think
Watch what you say cause I know someone close with the blick
Bitch I got the juice with me
I've been killin' the scene
Ever since I was 13
19 with the beam
Aim it between
Only see green
Jugglin' with the scheme
You cannot match our pedigree
We stamped like postages
We coachin' em
The headliners hosting it
You foldin' legs
You holding hoes as hostages
Incompetence
That shit don't really make no sense
You lookin' stressed
That's why they ain't book the rest
We look the best
Bet we making moves like a school for chess
The truths a bitch
The newest shit
Be killing off your set
Call a eulogist
We move equipped
Bet you ain't moving shit
If we pull up on your block you ain't shooting shit
Put another 100 down of the bluest chips
I ain't really got a type
I just use the bitch
The truest shit
The cream of the crop
The key to the lock
They waiting on the day
That I finally drop
They want me to stop
I got time on the clock
Derek Fisher with .4 seconds
Champion shot
We buzzer beaters
You can't defeat us
Yo bitch all up on me
Cause she want the fetus
Best believe it ain't even reaching
Simply preaching
Real explicit teachings
Said it before but y'all chose to ignore
So I'm back on the block on the curb like decor
Got a chip on my shit like I come from the store
If I switch up my style then it must be Dior
My pants always sag 'cause my pockets get heavy
My phone always on 'cause the fiends always ready
My smoke always strong 'cause I sneeze with the Reggie
My girls always greet
On they knees when they get me
What y'all really on tho
I be money with the shot like Rondo
Got a couple lil baddies off Roscoe
I'ma need another blunt like pronto
I'ma need some more head like Honcho
Make sure it get wet like a poncho
I'ma be on the green like a lawn gnome
Y'all ain't really got no bitches
They done gone home
What you putting on foe
What you really doing it for
My style too expensive
You can never afford
You say you got a new bitch
Well I f*cked her before
Oh you dropped a new album
That shit had me bored
Really putting numbers on the board
That's statistics
The way that I rap & rhyme
That's my linguistics
You can never duplicate
What I've encrypted
Take it to the grave with me
Like I'm Egyptian
Next time ask for permission
You try to sneak diss me
Expect the incision
So listen
You can miss me with that bitch shit
Thinking you can take position
What a foolish decision
So don't ever try to question us
We dangerous, like lacing drugs
We Stay F*cked Up
That's why they want to leave with us
We make 'em bust
So I never have to hear her fuss
Sietes
