[ Featuring Antt Beatz ]
(What up, Antt?)
(Beat Gang)
Where we at?
Burning high grade, finna drop a five in a limeade
Taz pay walking out with pints at the Rite Aid
Baby so cold, she can't wait to let me slay her
Let me f*ck for free, but the head so good I want to pay her
Know I'm having paper, leave a message at the dial tone
Richest street nigga that she ever laid her brows on
Trillest nigga out the drug zone, put on for the ghetto
Fiften hundred dollar Dunks on, stomping foreign pedals
Burberry on my collar with the light print
Feds know a nigga got a line on them ice chips
Hundred thousand or slips, niggas know we touching
Switches on all of the sticks, we be cobra clutchin'
Pythons for the snakes that had to mow the yard
Any nigga take a hit on blocks, he gotta overcharge
Al' U, it's only us, I'm really from the 1
Them niggas know with us, this shit come with a thunderstorm
Make it rain on your head, we givin' lead showers
Left him in the landfill under dead flowers
To all my niggas comin' home on the furlough
It's 227 'til the motherf*ckin' world blow
Same niggas, only worse, mega-popular
Worldwide mob figures, we the mafia
The same niggas, only worse, mega-popular
227 mafia, what else? Let's get it
They pillow-talk more than these hoes, they some gossipers
Long live my OG Rock off of Rossiter
Gang know I kept it truer than a full snickin'
Still passin' testers out at the soup kitchen
I got niggas out in Watts, Killers in the zigs
With fully outs, pop up on a nigga like a quiz
Welcome home Lo Diddy, Long live Eric
Pinky ring, seen the cut stones ten carats
Everybody thugs 'til the judge set bail
And they wakin' up handcuffed to a bed rail
Still foldin' lotto packs and them twelve-twelves
Off-white same color as an eggshell
Free packs Tarantino from that fed cell
Had a long run, turned your city to a treadmill
Slow motion wind base up on that handheld
Got some blow stronger than them cases that the feds build
Make it rain on your head, we givin' lead showers
Left him in the landfill under dead flowers
To all my niggas comin' home on the furlough
It's 227 'til the motherf*ckin' world blow
Same niggas, only worse, mega-popular
Worldwide mob figures, we the mafia
The same niggas, only worse, mega-popular
227 mafia, what else? Let's get it
Left him in the landfill under dead flowers
Let's get it
(Beat Gang)
