[Intro: Tee Grizzley]

Helluva made this beat, baby

What  up, VO?

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]

I  got five hundred pounds of that gasoline

We compress or mix some shit that look like fax machines

Drop a nigga from a distance like he Dr. King

The  type of sleep that boy getting, he ain't gon' have a dream

Two  watches, still ain't got no time on my schedule

Make the 'caine stretch just like that bitch off The Incredibles

You  rap niggas stay in your lane, that's what you better do

Draco shells turn a nigga mattress to a sectional

So many fiends outside the spot, this shit like Chick-Fil-A

You know you pumpin' when your nick house do a brick a day

We  gon' switch up houses after 60K

Never slippin', in that alley pissin' with the K

Fuck if I'm rich, bitch, we goin' 'til the Hawthorne

In a spaceship with my wrist glowin' like a lightsaber, this Star Wars

And you know what we doin', it's beef

We ain't at the half court when we shooting from deep

We out the street

[Verse 2: Talibando]

I do this for my brothers, kill or die, hit the stand and lie

Heard the nigga snitchin', he won't make it there to testify

In the Bentley truck with my nigga Tee on Exit 9

I told him way before this rap shit I was doin' fine

I would spin around a thousand kits for like eighty-five

I heard niggas cappin' in they songs, they be tellin' lies

And if it wasn't for this rap shit, they wouldn't have a dime

I thought my nigga out the bakery 'cause he be sellin' pies

Turn the traction off on the 'Cat and cut the block up

Ain't no limit to this shit, I feel like Silkk the Shocker

Think the opps and the feds teamin' up, they tryna stop us

Go up top on a nigga, spread his brains like it's some pasta

That Taliban piece worth twenty thousand

Nigga hated on me, hit the stash, called his bitch to come and count it

I'm just getting to the money, what's the problem?

Riding 'round with that chopstick, I got a problem

[Interlude]

This Florida rapper YNW Melly... are being held here at the Broward County jail this morning

[Verse 3: YNW Melly]

In the streets with that chopper and I'm lurkin'

And my niggas, they ain't snipers but they observing

In a stolo with your bitch and she keep swerving

'Bout to pistol whip this ho, she acting nervous

Short ass nigga but I'm down to toe tag you

With this tall ass chopper with an extended mag

Oh, damn, I fucked her with a Magnum

That's your bitch, that's your bitch, but she a thotty

That's your bitch and my clique, and we plottin'

I got my bitch and she spoiled rotten

Y'all fuck boys talk shit, but don't play

'Cause we like to pull up with hundred round K's

And we like to pull up and let them bitches go

Oh no, woah, I'm tryna fuck all on her throat

Diamonds wet, no Yachty, but this shit look like a boat, uh

Fuck that, pop that bitch inside her throat

Wait, fuck that, I'm just havin' fun on the beat

Hold up, knockin' on your door, bitch, it's me

Hold up, OMG, Lil Melly like to creep

Woah, damn, Grizzley came deep

Okay, yeah, them niggas run a hundred deep

I'm with Snap Dogg, yeah, that nigga run a hundred deep

All day, I'm on the block with the Broncos, yeah, please

Yeah, yeah, I'm with the Broncos, but we posted in the streets

Haha, ha