[Intro: Estee Nack]

Leave that shit alone, man

Yo, man, just one, man, I'm hungry

Naw, man, we gon' wait 'til we get the money, then you can buy all that shit you want

Wyatt, you think I'd buy this shit? I ain't had no dinner last night

Told you that we not greedy, fool

Ay-ayo

Uh-huh

Yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah

Nack Nack

Take too long for y'all to figure it out (Wave from the future)

We movin' past y'all, son

Do the knowledge one time

Ayo, son (Check)

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]

Holy smokes, that's a whole lot of fentanyl (Drogas)

Drug moves, only barter with good food (Good rule)

Some niggas move without considerin' what he could lose

Only give it thought when facin' the assassin

A day late, a dollar short, Iran Contra reports

Hardly north, carvin' a sorta coffin with somebody corpse

Guard the fortress, who let shotty torch 'em?

Blood all over my Prada shorts, carnivores

Armed forces, dip in Ferrari schwarz edition, skrrt (Skrrt)

Scorchin' (Vroom), bitches provide our portions (I got it)

High endorphins, reconvene and combine our fortunes (Cash)

All this power and range is easily Mighty Morphin' (It's morphin' time)

On the grind with orphans, you seen who survived abortion (I made it)

Makin' knowledge known (Wisdom)

Showin' and provin' the truest, might rule the stash (Smoke), easily I pursue and catch (Chan)

I can teach you how to work with kis like this a computer class (Uh)

Shoot and blast, units, I'm movin' through 'em fast

[Verse 2: Pro Dillinger]

I don't play ball, but I move and pass (I know how to play it, nigga)

If the nigga run, you gotta shoot his ass

My shit is crystal meth, you niggas doin' glass (Y'all smokin' meth)

Been gettin' digits, you can do the math

Niggas playin' dumb, but you knew the half

It ain't no controllin' how my shooters act (Just ain't no tellin')

Once I leave my hood, it ain't no movin' back

A nigga touch mine, I get him super whacked, super facts (Bah, bah)

You really want a problem, you a stupid ass

All your homies broke, you niggas doin' bad (Y'all niggas doin' bad)

Shoot at me, I'm shootin' back

I ain't ask for nothin', I was movin' crash

Still don't ask for nothin', now I'm movin' raps (I don't need shit)

Bodies droppin', I don't know who's doin' that

Money stackin', I don't wanna ruin that

You do some shit to me and I'ma do it back (It's over, nigga)

New gloves, my hoodie low like who is that?

If you ain't got no bread, you better move a pack

Y'all can sit and starve, but I ain't doin' that (Not doin' it)

Bullet hit your Top Ramen, nigga, get your noodle clapped

I don't deal with gossip, gotta prove the fact

[Chorus: Pro Dillinger]

I made it to the big league

Move around paranoid 'cause niggas tryna get me

Run up on my body, turn your clothes into Swiss cheese

Dirty money pilin', but a nigga tryna get clean

Don't nobody tempt me, made it to the big league

Move around paranoid 'cause niggas tryna get me

Run up on my body, turn your clothes into Swiss cheese

Dirty money pilin', but a nigga tryna get clean

Don't nobody tempt me, made it to the big leagues

[Outro]

Son, whiskey was raised against Allah, you know that?

So is violence