[Verse 1: Lykos]
Who's turn to get it
Got served and witnessed
Who's turn to get it?
Block is for the business
Who's mind is in this?
Call it how you want it
Brainwashing bitches
Smell it in the morning
Open up a breach
Who's fucking with me?
No one on this earth
Better luck is heavy
Never hit a drought, flowing always steady
Straight for the big bags, never worth the pennies
Who blows, who's nose, who knows?
A fiend up on the block
With a needle and a rock
That's how the story goes
Fuck lows wrist work Hublot's
It glows
Most high All highs
No lie good-byes
Fiendin' for a fix, you can see it in their eyes
They come back for morе so I pitch it in disguise
[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Lykos]
Known as a narco as far as coke goes
Clonе to the weed smoke, far as it grows
Potent as can be you can smell it from the beats
Acidic as the rain got me flooding up the streets
You really didn't think I can do this?
Bitch I'm the music Frank Lucas
Drop bars, no conviction
Niggas knew this
Call me by my alias, nigga who this?
Moving weight I'm solid like Bruce is
Serving plates bitches want it by the deuces
Can't stand the heat get the fuck out the kitchen
The way I cook it up takes skills and precision
Shit got the fiends foaming out the mouth
Run a cartel I'm in charge without a doubt
They come from all over just to see what it's about
And I never disappoint all the bitches scream and shout
[Hook]
Pitch that shit
Flip that shit
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Pitch that shit
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Whip that shit
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[Verse 3: Lykos]
Who finna die next?
The pen's a Pyrex
The pad's a stove top
I dove and won't stop
I drove and no pop
I rose to go cop
Everything I ever wanted
Hit the lab like every morning
I'm addicted to hustle
Strong shit, it's the memory in the muscle
Russell Westbrook, how I make the pass look
Triple double in the books
Got these other niggas shook
You should take notes and learn a thing or two
Might as well be imported how the product do
Overseas with a different breed that'll do
The numbers I'm projecting, I can never lose
You dudes ain't use to this type of view
Watch them scratch their neck for the next
Like an ingrown, I been known
I been cooking since my days in Dyngerzone