Bill Belichick

Yea
Look

Mask and that cutter
Checc
Stashed that buccet
Yes
Tu gon be the Belichicc
Cant name a trio better yet
Kostello riding passenger side
Im swerving, I'm kinda high
We cool
But if a fool wanna try
Its gon be a homicide

Alotta niggas mama cry
Why the hell I gotta lie
We aint with da chitter chat, none of that
We dishing packs
Roll with us if not
Tate run these niggas flat

Runnin niggas over
Chip on my shoulder
Size of a boulder
I gotta bomb
Fucc it I might blow up Minnesota
Riding like the rental stolen
Plus I got the paccage
It get graphic
When you blast it
And you close enough to see I'm open

My nigga Loc'n Im yelling out what that smoke about
Knockin ya papa spouse
Niggas get spooked when I pop out
Finesse a new nigga pass a dummy we swap it out

Claiming they want change
We bang
Get it out yo mama couch
Joe pull up with them trees
Blowing leaves all at yo mama house
All they seen was
Red lights flashing and niggas
Hoppin out
50 In them drums
Well make it flood if you in a drought

My plug like Phillip he'll bomb em from San Diego
Im flirtin wit the angels but I tango with the devil
My first gig sackin up and learning how to peddle
Mind on the grind left hand grippin that metal

Right hand grippin that wheel
Right foot mashing that pedal
We close enough to the drop
Bring gas, bags, and some shovels
Any passengers
Left after this massacre
Gon be severed
I aint just rapping
It can actually happen
Got plenty weapons

Mack 10 AK's we pull up in chevy's dawg you been warned
This that mask in a bucket be prepared for what we on



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Writer(s): Joseph Charles
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