[ Featuring Man of Many Hats ]
Oh Shit
Ugh
This that pour the Henny on a machete and slice a pig
Cuz they gave my nigga plenty
You wit me grab a gun we got plenty
The drum on this one make tsunamis buck
I call her Susie hurricane
She German made but only niggas play
I couldn't hoop
Only had 2 to choose from
I Made a way rapping bout all the shit we did and grew from
Living gruesome
Scouting casinos for the unlucky like nigga we won
All praise my pistol and my inner monster
Kept alive able to pivot when the reaper thought he prospered
They tend to harp on my decade of sin
Evidence kept within
But the trenches tend to level when I'm off the gin
Louis's duffle wit the high top p's
Another flight
Another stage
Another mic left in ecstasy
See they ain't trust the vision
Cuz I don't use a pen for these beat incisions
So I'm step-in in this bitch like my shit don't stank
Money growing on sequoia
Pull a the trigger no blink on my tee thats Yoshinoya
One of a kind mix the jerk power with the Goya
I be all over them borders
All different type of lawyers
All we know is rap sell crack and play ball
Boom a nigga if he short wit my money cuz I stand tall
Loooooord
OUUUHHHHH It's a stick up stick up
