Devastation (feat. Infa Red)
It ain't
What you do
It's how you do it
You ain't saying nothing
Money
I speak fluid
I will sell it
Like a pump fake
On a jump shot
Chain looking like
A golden state
From the parking lot
I got Swizz money
Kaseem Dean
Then I'm coming to America
Prince Akeem
I'll summon you
To the royal suite
With bad bitches
Feeding you grapes
And
Rubbing your feet
They say they
Saw you
Up top getting revenue
Chain swinging niggaz
Don't know what
Infa Red will do
Old Barry Bonds
Pop my collar
Like the Fonz
Tomahawk Steak
Crab Cake and the Prawns
We eating over here
What you doing over there
Hurricane Harvey
We just flood it over there
Pick up the money
Then
Jump in the Lear
On my
Mike Tyson shit
I might
Bite off your ear
Y'all want to
Talk it out
I'm guessing
It all matters
And we can
Chop it up
Like some Axes
And Jackhammers
First taste of power
We knew it
The game had us
Like the
First
Piece of pussy
We ever got
On a
Mattress
The cameras rolling
It started
You better watch me
100 Yukons
And my own
Luca Brassis
And they're worse
Than them
Nazis was
I got my
Finger on the button
Try to
Stop the buzz
I'm the fog
Like the
Angel of Death
Came with them
Locust
Murder one
Queens shit
Focused
Y'all don't know
It's been the
Hunger
That drove us
Like Bubba
In a stock car
Lapped and sewn this
And you don't
Really
Want to bring out
The old us
The soldiers
Niggaz that danced
In pits
Filled with Cobras
Pass a fresh mag
Slap, lock, reload us
Aim at everybody
Bonus
What you do
It's how you do it
You ain't saying nothing
Money
I speak fluid
I will sell it
Like a pump fake
On a jump shot
Chain looking like
A golden state
From the parking lot
I got Swizz money
Kaseem Dean
Then I'm coming to America
Prince Akeem
I'll summon you
To the royal suite
With bad bitches
Feeding you grapes
And
Rubbing your feet
They say they
Saw you
Up top getting revenue
Chain swinging niggaz
Don't know what
Infa Red will do
Old Barry Bonds
Pop my collar
Like the Fonz
Tomahawk Steak
Crab Cake and the Prawns
We eating over here
What you doing over there
Hurricane Harvey
We just flood it over there
Pick up the money
Then
Jump in the Lear
On my
Mike Tyson shit
I might
Bite off your ear
Y'all want to
Talk it out
I'm guessing
It all matters
And we can
Chop it up
Like some Axes
And Jackhammers
First taste of power
We knew it
The game had us
Like the
First
Piece of pussy
We ever got
On a
Mattress
The cameras rolling
It started
You better watch me
100 Yukons
And my own
Luca Brassis
And they're worse
Than them
Nazis was
I got my
Finger on the button
Try to
Stop the buzz
I'm the fog
Like the
Angel of Death
Came with them
Locust
Murder one
Queens shit
Focused
Y'all don't know
It's been the
Hunger
That drove us
Like Bubba
In a stock car
Lapped and sewn this
And you don't
Really
Want to bring out
The old us
The soldiers
Niggaz that danced
In pits
Filled with Cobras
Pass a fresh mag
Slap, lock, reload us
Aim at everybody
Bonus
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Mcdermon
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