[Producer-Tag]

Yo ril, this shit crazy

Benz on a track

[Part 1: Armz]

26 back on the Z and I took that L, 'cah the food come TT

Feds in the rear-view, it’s peak like John Cena, you can't fucking see me

Out on the streets, where need be

On the curbs, I don't know about freebies

So I’m scheming, and so many opps got left they're bleeding

If I run up in your trap let me get that pack

For the sake of your mum haydeeden

If I eat, then my broskis eating

Big fat bells, that's no more breathing

Beef got seasoned, no reason, for my bro I'm squeezing

Let me break that down

I got bags and boxes, the way that I put that bladе to brown

You know I'm tryna shave these clowns

Said shе wanna fuck with a skinny ass pirate

Two in a Q and a bruck down pyrex

Two seat coupé, that's mileage

Out my seatback if I hear sirens

Strictly violence, ching his chest

I'mma cling these items

I'mma get them flying

18k on the wrist for the timing

Slap these sweets in a nine, no Rondo

Can we go ride, let’s slide on Cumbo

Step on the blocks like Rumble

Turn him pack, now we’re smoking Congo

Ay, CT1 to the AG, bis

Shoulda seen the way that bro bored Mizz

Listen, ten do five in the wiz

Man, beat that case

Man, buss no jizz

Slip and dash

My little nigga just got hit with ten in the pen for the mish and mash

That bitch is bad she loves the flick of the wrist

Done a kid in the back

When I whip that crack, I'mma bring that back

Same way I grip that mash

OT out the country

And that’s kway out when I'm serving

TT, have the cats dancing

Moshpit has the phone twerking

Two young boys and a driver and a samurai, cah we're lurking

Just turned off two trap stars

Then turned on, back to working

[Part 2: 2Smokeyy]

I'm in the Five with this Tina Turner

Like designer but I ain’t talking drip

Five bros wan' shoot

Better hide, I just put five on a ding-dong whip

Bro got eight on the dot-dot stick

This blood gon' drip when I hit man's wig

Rideout, when I ride, your pissed

Tinted whip and two loaded sticks

AGB, knifework on fleek

Don't get it twisted, I still step with heat

Agan bop on paigon blocks

Don't do shit drills with an empty T

Free BA, gunplay, knifework, mazza

Bro's way too PG

Free Hitman, shoot and dip man

Free Armed Response, free my GG's

I'm pissed

Triple-S took so many trips now the paigons hide

I can't find these pricks

Shit then shit

Blitz too loose, man, slide with him

Tried do it mask off like Future

Nearly forgot how the man there snitch

Me and Alert, one dot-dot

Each fuck the ratio when the red bell split

They give verbal and we get round

And they captioning pics like: "The good die young"

Home and away, can't ride on my block, I'll turn a white tee all red like Bayern

I'm fucking tired

Like, how they giving verbal? I'm fucking puzzled

When Mizz got left in pieces

No coming back like a jigsaw puzzle (Dickhead)

[Outro: Armz]

One for the Nina