Haram
Yo
God Tier, nigga
Me and this pack look like a couple spooning
Crack the seal, blowing smoke at this police cruiser
Ain't ever fuck with swine anyway, my family Muslim
Cook my food with no pork
Wipe the sins off my face
Say Ameen before I leave out the door
Keep the stick on my waist
But I don't wanna have to put you on a t-shirt at all
My right hand pushing weight
You see the chalk on his palms
Deadlifting bodies out the trunk
I know some niggas that'll get you gone by tomorrow
Same ones that'll settle on the bottom bunk
Make shift, stick a shiv in a nigga for his fucking lunch
For his lunch, nigga
My bitch can suck the venom out a wound
But don't play with shordy
If you think that this the storm, she a monsoon
Type of bitch blow up your conduits under your home
Watch it collapse and leave you struggling under the rubble
Still I drop my bitch off, fuck her friend on the way home
To kill two birds with one stone
She need a chiropractor way I crack shit
Stick my dick in her backbone
Man you not having motion
Real niggas extinct
You pushing P, but silent like pterodactyl
I got clips, shooting movies, but imma let my Mac fold
I ain't take a bite of the apple, I can't fold
This money counter encouraging me to stack more
I put wax in my sheet, sprinkle funnel, make it hit like a backdoor
God Tier, nigga
Me and this pack look like a couple spooning
Crack the seal, blowing smoke at this police cruiser
Ain't ever fuck with swine anyway, my family Muslim
Cook my food with no pork
Wipe the sins off my face
Say Ameen before I leave out the door
Keep the stick on my waist
But I don't wanna have to put you on a t-shirt at all
My right hand pushing weight
You see the chalk on his palms
Deadlifting bodies out the trunk
I know some niggas that'll get you gone by tomorrow
Same ones that'll settle on the bottom bunk
Make shift, stick a shiv in a nigga for his fucking lunch
For his lunch, nigga
My bitch can suck the venom out a wound
But don't play with shordy
If you think that this the storm, she a monsoon
Type of bitch blow up your conduits under your home
Watch it collapse and leave you struggling under the rubble
Still I drop my bitch off, fuck her friend on the way home
To kill two birds with one stone
She need a chiropractor way I crack shit
Stick my dick in her backbone
Man you not having motion
Real niggas extinct
You pushing P, but silent like pterodactyl
I got clips, shooting movies, but imma let my Mac fold
I ain't take a bite of the apple, I can't fold
This money counter encouraging me to stack more
I put wax in my sheet, sprinkle funnel, make it hit like a backdoor
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Writer(s): Jamal Jaffa
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