T-Way and HolloSights, Perc Pheezy, TLE Cinco - Klay & Steph

Ay, ay, ay, ay, truckload shit
T-Way Engineering
Ay, ay, ay, I just came through with them racks flexin', truckload shit get hectic
Got a mini Draco on me now but the full body K my preference
Too much cash, still spendin' old money from Check Dis
Me and Pheezy Klay & Steph, we wet shit
Show in the opp hood, came they left quick
Gotta give a shout out to the bank, straight blessings
Don't move too much, that make me nervous
Stick might just get swervin'
I don't even fuck with these nat hoes, see em curvin'
And I flex up with these racks like I'm Gervin
Codeine off in my drink like I'm Earvin
I shoot off the rip no jersey
Too much, too much of cash in my pockets, they burstin'
Walk a nigga down like a dirt bike burning
I'm a real robber, keep the racks in my mask too
Yeah, I got hair, but I ball, Caillou,
used to be a humble, stayed down
Now I'm showin' what the racks do
I'm drippin' every day like Ragu
I catch a opp, heat em up, he get zipped like a jacket
Run down, swing the stick like a racket
Might be a U-Haul, everywhere I go, I be packin'
Strike a pose, nigga, won't catch me lackin'
Surf for them rats like I'm searching safari
She on her knees like she sorry
I swing that stick like a bat, either k or the carbon
Don't fuck with these niggas, these racks is my diamonds
Treat his head like a egg or a joke, I'ma crack it
They know I ball like a basket
I'm having racks like I just got my taxes
Peon ass nigga can't fit in my bracket
Them boys try to tax me, I'm Jillin' and Jackin'
Three different designers I'm tacky
We in this bitch passin' blunts like Corona
No YSL we some stoners
I fuck your bitch, doggy style, she like when I bone her
No DM
I'm sippin' yellow like Homer
Nigga, reach for my chain, he a goner
I'm causin' smoke like a sauna
Bad bitch, name Lisa, no Mona
Project, baby, all I know is jug and Finesse
And Count up a check, we servin' the city
Yo, trap lookin' stressed
Fuck nigga, play, he get stretched
These niggas cap in their rap, Mitchell and Nash
Niggas be hoes, they got breast
Push the pack, then I flex
Trappin since a youngin', my name should be fresh
I keep a stick like a nest
AK-47, the very best thing there is
When you absolutely positively
Got to kill every motherfuckin' in the world
Except no substitute
Ay, ay!
Damn, the beat still goin'
I'm still flowin'
I up that stickin' and I cause a commotion
Yo hoe on my skin like some tats and some lotion
Boss man shit, I be playin' and coachin'
I see the opp, and step on him like Roaches
Drank, ice, lean, potion
Shout out to my plug, he be growin'
Shout out to my plug, he be growin'
I catch a opp, flip his ass like a coin
Glock be too loud that shit sound like a horn
Stand out like a goat on the farm
I'm serving gas from Cali while I'm dodging charges
Don't fuck with these hoes, Monique Parker
We got the city on lock like a locker
Joe Goldberg to the opps, I'ma stalk him
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go

Written by:
Johnathan Coleman, Patrick Johnson

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