Order 69

Gotta roll in a Bentley when I'm black out
You ain't seeing me
Got goals at the finish line I'm finishing
Expose all the grind to the front with no limiting
Cold hearted killer with the crown what I'm finna be

Make that bitch think that she feeling me
The money look like celery
I'm looking like I'm Philippine
This hell is looking heavenly
Like
Like come on bitch you telling me I'm looking like a wanna be
With all due disrespect you don't do shit responsibly so don't go round here judging me
I got mine from up under me
You got yours from yo momma sheesh

This is order 69
Not a quarter but a dime
Hit that bitch up from behind
Had her looking like she mine but she only for the rhyme

Got shit that's on my mind I can't say
This shit sublime
Hollyfield done took a swing from the vine
Left and right leave you in binds
Swell yo eyes until you blind
Bar for bar, line for line

You think you the best
I think you a mess, you speaking Tourette's
If mine ain't up next, I'm skipping that bitch
Can't give up a check

This a consensus on why I'm the business and you is the Mrs
You pussy don't get it
I'm taking you out and you not on my hitlist
You ain't in trenches, you ain't even living
Get straight to the business

Wait
Hold on the beat

This ain't even me
Don't do shit for free

I'm selling the heat

I bet you can see the FN-15
What you saying to me

I can't hear a thing you spit from your teeth
I'm sipping on tea
Not literally
Chief banging the keef
I stay with the reef

If you playing with me
Like Stephen curry, I bang from the three
The professional league

I'm the OG
Ain't talking Anunoby
You niggas phony
Had your hoe in the front seat saying bone me
Baloney what you niggas made of
I am broly, you can't clone me
I'm the real deal, no patrolling
Like I'm bowling when I knock you over
Pin action, no reloading
Holding on the play with a face mask
I'm just trolling

A cold breeze came and left cause I'm always coming and then going
Order 69 flipped the script
Ain't talking coding