M.V.L.L. (ft. A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Ces) - “Now What”

[Emcee(s): A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Ces]

[Producer(s): Will Tell]

[Intro: A.B. and Ces]

A.B.: Stupid motherfuckers. Yeah. Yo, yo

Ces: Now what? Now what, motherfuckers? (Stupid-ass nigga) Look at yourself (You don’t even know, you don’t even know). Look at yourself, motherfucker

[Verse 1: A.B.]

I’m in a battle. It’s where I’m forced to attack you and clap you

Wrap you with lassos—the hassle to catch your Adam’s apple

Trap the tabernacle, crack your castle, then stab you, then smash you

Pass you, then crash you and blast you. We so hot, the Devil’s baffled

Constantly shitting on you like we just used the bathroom

Rattle your bones with chrome and stone bow and arrows

Zombie, you’re frail walking on trails bloody and narrow

Touch as the barrel explodes, slow flooding your 'parel

Smart as a pharaoh. In this ballgame, dawg, you get tackled

Your squad babbles while my squads get harder than gravel

We charge in your chapel, trap you, grab you in laundry for castles

If we cackle, better believe it’s with a chrome barrel

Quickly squeeze on enemies and snap their bone marrow

Y’all stone statues once the slugs being thrown at you

[Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein]

Yo, a lot of niggas get dropped like habits

Can’t stop the madness, so I’ll watch the bracket

To a pope like magic and scream, “That’s it?!?”

My actions embrace classics. In the way?

Receive a casket by masked men times ten

For what you flashing. My men preserve satisfaction

At the right time, let it splash and flood

What’s my passion? Do not ask. Balancing

I’m thrashing and fastening all cats with

Flashing while I’m mastering. Half your men

Can’t accomplish my actions then. Imagine

Now. Verses long as the Nile serve my style

I’m versatile. Ain’t no circus clown

You’ll get murdered, pal. Then I’ll shift to the virgin

Now. Where it’s worth the while, get served like

“Blao!” Could have emerging, clown. Now you

Earth for now but looking back Persian-style

Worth a smile. NY murder trial

NY murder foul. Not found, kept confidential

Hot, sound essential, drop pounds from mental

[Verse 3: Ces]

Get by me, bitch, you know I’ll knock your teeth right out

Fuck holding know—I’m known to let the beef right out

LSD, TNE down to creep right out

On your block with Glocks and let the heat right out

It’s not a game. Y’all niggas could get shot in the brain

And if it wasn’t for your man, I’d be popping up things

I’m kind of insane from selling all that product of ‘caine, but I

Got to remain on the top of the game

You say you don’t feel this cat? How real is that?

When your mens is on the side like, “That’s a real-ass cat”

You’re holding heat in the building? I’ma steal that gat

Rolling deep with the villains and it’s real as that

[?], the nigga with the brolic balls

Known for popping fours, drizzy off of alcohol, got it all

A locked-down block, fifty four-pound

Glocks, and niggas is jiggy all around, bop

I’m aiming at you. You think [?] shots

You need to get a job and put the iron down, cop

[Hook: A.B. and Ces]

[Ces]

Now what? Y’all niggas can’t fuck with us

The guns’ll bust. My niggas is dangerous

[A.B.]

Now what? Y’all niggas can’t be me, god

See me, god. Guarantee your team be scarred

[Ces]

Now what? Y’all niggas got problems, baby

Revolver or automatic, I’ma solve ‘em, baby

[A.B.]

Now what? Y’all niggas want headshots, duke?

Do you want to really see the fucking lead pop, duke?

[Ces]

Now what? Y’all niggas can’t fuck with us

The guns’ll bust. My niggas is dangerous

[A.B.]

Now what? Y’all niggas can’t be me, god

See me, god. Guarantee your team be scarred

[Ces]

Now what? Y’all niggas got problems, baby

Revolver or automatic, I’ma solve ‘em, baby

[A.B.]

Now what? Y’all niggas want headshots, duke?

Do you want to really see the fucking lead pop, duke?

[Ces]

Now what? Y’all niggas can’t fuck with us

The guns’ll bust. My niggas is dangerous