1950 (feat. Dell Fargo)

We in the back like its 1950
Screaming fuck the law come and get me
She want that check like my name was Nike

I told her baby nah my name is Mikey
Alrighty

Y'all don't excite me this music we do this nightly
Hey
Y'all making records for bitches I'm trynna find a way
I'm pressing CDs like niggas I need my shit today
I'm rolling up refer come catch me sipping on that Alize
This that thing get ready I'm on recline
I'm chillin this blow my mind
Just a matter time
Bad rapping that's on decline you niggas no friend of mine
You gon watch just how I shine
Make it look like its a crime
Hoodied up
Q got it tucked
Grxzz don't give fuck
I love a slut
She love me back
What I mean to her can't feel no nothing
At any time might get rid of her
Don't do no stunting
I live my life
Why you bitter bruh
Oh I know
It's 'cuz I got this fire ass flow
That's 'gon get me that dough
Make your lady want more
You heated
Come catch me chilling out that neighborhood Ritas
Complain thats all some ever do hustle thats what i rather do
What's on my checklist
(Cashing checks for breakfast aye)
Can't live too wreckless
(Man this shit get hectic aye)
I'm dodging feds
Kicking hoes up out my bed
These niggas get filled with led
Based off something that they said
Sayless

We got it jumpin like its '99
Like when Hip-Hop was in its prime
I got my D.C. nigga on the line
You know them D.C. niggas waste no time
Goodnight

We take it back like civil rights
We in the hood like racist Knights
We in the back just like the bottles in the club we pop on sight
Niggas talking shit but they don't wanna fight
They don't want no problems
When it come to beef they poltergeist
Niggas better watch who they stepping to
They don't know what this tech will do
Talking lyrical massacres eating beats like some vegetables
Bout to roll up some broccoli prolly crush me a edible
Steak and cheese with the mumbo sauce
It's the glitch moe I'm telling you
Swear to God moe
These rappers fucking food
I'm that fucking dude
Really making moves watching other niggas lose
Swear my pen been sick since I was runny nosed with the little shoes
What the fuck it do
Fargo my savings just accrues
I never listen to niggas
That be steady switching they sides and opinions with shit
I'm bout to come full equipped with the choppers
That's full of these quotable lyrics and shit
Niggas be pressing and testing we tell em Sayless
Then we body them niggas on wax
Shoutout to Olu I swear that the nigga 100
It's coming from me so it's facts
Nigga you best watch your back from D.C. to P.G.
We linked up it's bout to get sick
I'm never trusting these niggas
That's purping for clout
But they lived with the well off and rich
Putting you niggas to sleep with a hook from Joe Frazier
Possessed with the speed of Ali
Olu mide swear I fuck with you homie
Illuminate truth
Bout the whole D.M.V.

We in the back like its 1950
Screaming fuck the law come and get me
She want that check like my name was Nike
I told her baby nah my name is Mikey