Hall & Nash 2
Fuck (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ayo (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ayo, why is the sky blue? Why water wet?
M 16 out the Corvette, more or less
Slide through, spray at all them niggas on your porch steps
Violate me, I'ma fuck you up, and that's a sure bet
Orange Lex', money green texts, powder blue, .22 kiss
Lockie and Bundy up in Ruth's Chris
Left your brains next to the filet, hand me the ice tray
Water whip, get every gram back, whipped it the right way
I stay with hundred round sticks, fuck up your nice day
But don't get it twisted, my nigga, I'm with the knife play
Lеft a nigga leakin', ain't a CO in sight
I heard his piecе side wasn't right
I'm on the yard doin' burpees with my Mexicans
Javier used to move chickens out of Lexington
My youngins all savage, dumpin' off ratchets
Y'all never had dope money under y'all mattress
Real talk, I don't fuck with none of y'all rappers
Street sweeper hit you, make you somersault backwards
Had 'em jumpin' like Sky Zone, your Mama'll cry home
The flyest nigga in the no fly zone
The eight black, but the .45 chrome (Boom)
Fear of God's match with VLONE
Indie money, gettin' my Master P on
A hundred dollar T bone, left wrist had a masterpiece on
We squeeze chrome, nigga, that's what we on
Gun butt you, break your cheekbone
Can't a nigga alive, fuck with me when I actually zone
It's the Machine, gone
Ayo (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ayo, why is the sky blue? Why water wet?
M 16 out the Corvette, more or less
Slide through, spray at all them niggas on your porch steps
Violate me, I'ma fuck you up, and that's a sure bet
Orange Lex', money green texts, powder blue, .22 kiss
Lockie and Bundy up in Ruth's Chris
Left your brains next to the filet, hand me the ice tray
Water whip, get every gram back, whipped it the right way
I stay with hundred round sticks, fuck up your nice day
But don't get it twisted, my nigga, I'm with the knife play
Lеft a nigga leakin', ain't a CO in sight
I heard his piecе side wasn't right
I'm on the yard doin' burpees with my Mexicans
Javier used to move chickens out of Lexington
My youngins all savage, dumpin' off ratchets
Y'all never had dope money under y'all mattress
Real talk, I don't fuck with none of y'all rappers
Street sweeper hit you, make you somersault backwards
Had 'em jumpin' like Sky Zone, your Mama'll cry home
The flyest nigga in the no fly zone
The eight black, but the .45 chrome (Boom)
Fear of God's match with VLONE
Indie money, gettin' my Master P on
A hundred dollar T bone, left wrist had a masterpiece on
We squeeze chrome, nigga, that's what we on
Gun butt you, break your cheekbone
Can't a nigga alive, fuck with me when I actually zone
It's the Machine, gone
Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy, Demond Price, Thomas A Paladino
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