They Want It (feat. Wesley Rocco, 724x & VZN)

Balling till the shot drop buzzing like a shot clock
Pull up in the drop-top, bitch
Cooking like a crockpot
Aiming for the tip-top, no we don't flip flop shit
In the zone with every song
Proving all the haters wrong
Bet you never heard no shit like this
Buckle up quick, this be the killswitch
They want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213 to the 305
Get it so live and get you hype
They want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213 to the 305
Get it so live and get you hype

Stacking up Benjamins, racking up dividends
Moving so militant, no I'm not innocent
Keeping the wickedness up in my penmanship
I'ma skirt off in that new candy painted whip
Intricate lyricist, know that you feeling this
So dope don't know what my ceiling is
Been the best, I must confess, don't break a sweat
Running through all these hoes and checks, I been next
Feel it in your spirit when I hit it on a track
Every single minute make you fear when I attack
Staying independent, putting Texas on the map
Never coming wack like these mainstream cats
Pussies, rats, and rodents
Exterminate foes and any opponent
Never met a crew with dope this potent
Hope you enjoy it, this is our moment

Balling till the shot drop buzzing like a shot clock
Pull up in the drop-top, bitch
Cooking like a crockpot
Aiming for the tip-top, no we don't flip flop shit
In the zone with every song
Proving all the haters wrong
Bet you never heard no shit like this
Buckle up quick, this be the kill switch
They want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213 to the 305
Get it so live and get you hype
They want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213 to the 305
Get it so live and get you hype

Hitting it
Duff with thirty-two bricks in it
All my tracks smell like shit in it
Cause I be talking my shit in it
Dirty flow, yes I'm Flinting it
Drip like a number one pick in it
But I'm never throwing no pick in it
Eating beats like a picnic
Haters better put a zip in it
Or on it, you want it
That is not the move if I'm honest
You could bring your crew if you wanted
I'll wrap your shit up tighter than a bonnet
The hook will have you hooked like it was phonics
The verses written cursive like a sonnet
I'm off the Bailey's, Halleys, like a comet
I'm dashing on you haters like I'm Sonic

Balling till the shot drop buzzing like a shot clock
Pull up in the drop-top, bitch
Cooking like a crockpot
Aiming for the tip-top, no we don't flip flop shit
In the zone with every song
Proving all the haters wrong
Bet you never heard no shit like this
Buckle up quick, this be the killswitch
They want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213 to the 305
Get it so live and get you hype
They want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213 to the 305
Get it so live and get you hype

They want it
Y'all want it
She want it
I got it
I'm soarin'
I'm up and above, she flying on top of my cockpit
No stalling
I floor it, it's roaring
No I ain't ignorant just honest
The button
I press it, destressing
I'm feeling so blessed from the chronic
Penny to dollars
Balling on em got those pennies the hardaway
I ain't really tryna get it no other way
I was talking with my brother the other day
Told me he saw how I love what I'm doing
They really can't seem to keep up with my moves
Feet on the gas till they kicking right through it
I get her whatever, she picky and choosy
Make us a movie
I bend it down
Said you want a new friend, let me get my phone
Pretty sure y'all will get along
Got a bone and these bitches be chewing
I can't stay in my city long
All these late nights I'm missing focus
No I can't hit it any longer
I'll be gone by tomorrow
I'm going too hard to be falling or losing
Got Dior up on all of my shooters
Just capping I been on my uzi
But I speak to fruition, I got to go get it
I go by the seconds, can't lose em
In control of it all living lucid
Want to take off the roof while we cruising
If it ain't for the money or love of this shit
I'ma do it for Pop, Mac, and Juice