(feat. Will-Lean, Den Den, Big Bub) [Will-Lean:] It's getting drastic, I'm a classic Like a '57 Cheve, chromed out looking acid It's the Chemist motherfucker, that done lived in the bricks It's the Clover where I grind, and get rid of it quick I'm digging this shit, I got to deal and live with this shit Watching my mama smile, when she flip hundreds in a six How good as it get, knowing your whole hood is rich From Texas to the Boot, we out the wood bitch I'm a Botany Boy nigga, that's down and dirty So dirty I'm up early, getting thirty of them birdies I'm pumping this shit, hitting the slab dumping this shit Cocaine cowboy, with the scorpion prince Triple beams pyrexes, and digital scales Overweighted with cheddar, tipping the scale Will-Lean I'm on the block, and I'm bringing the raw Inner-state outlaw, easy popping frost [Hook: x2] The 3rd Coast, niggaz above average Diamonds by the karats, money I gotta have it Dirty South, I'm quick to cock and blast it Burning like acid, nigga this is a classic [Den Den:] I'm like a red-nosed pit, walking through the crowd with no owner Got you wondering where in the fuck, did this motherfucker go Now wait a minute let's think a second, we 3rd Coast and pandering Plus I'm known for slug shooting, talking shit and slandering Can't handle him I'm spitting straight, even when I'm staggering Toe for toe blow for blow, ready to battle them No shatter them I saddle in, chunk the West and hit the wind Sliding sideways down the Interstate, searching for a win State to state cakes we bake, smash the gas and fuck the breaks And in a minute I'm gon be rich, right now I'ma work the weight Touchdown and Texas-fied, with the weight to stash the glock Hit the block and punch the clock, real niggaz set up shop Move em in and move em out, too much cash to talk about Snitches get two shots to the mouth, fucking with my feddy spot It's a drout, and I got out the do' Yeah Den Den bitch, 'fore your ass go broke [T-Pop:] Nigga my click above average, I'm pushing to be the man Call me a Paccino, and say hello to my little friend I'm a veteran, so shut your loose lips Before I pop this loose clip, and sink your loose ship You done heard of me, I'm that killer that don't talk I'm that great white shark, that only creeps in the dark I'm the predator you're the prey, better watch what you say On me this AK, mayday-mayday I'm like a pitbull, that lock on ya Start foaming from the mouth, lights out on ya Now you sleeping in the corner, your brains locked on ya I ain't tripping you better catch a head, or see heaven or hell homie [Hook x2] [Bug Bub:] I got a hunger for this cheddar, like a god damn savage Star status above average, I gotta live lavish Vault box on overload, cause I won't stop pumping Fo' fifth up in the holster, and I won't stop dumping Swanging through the lot, looking like I'm throwing bows Dismantle the club scene, on 84's and new 4's Your slut on my dick, cause you too feminine to please her And the shit around my wrist, they cold as a deep freezer Plus my paint job, looking like a po'd up gallon And her ass body rocking, like the switches I'm handling Everytime a thug nigga strong through the do', hoes know Bezeltynes hang low, and my nuts dragging the flo' Spit shit like a fo' fifth, and a clip full of lead V.I.P. with a young yellow, licking my third leg Two to the head band, for trying to plex with Bub Drop her off with a wet twat, and cum in her mug it's going down nigga [Hook x2]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Will-Lean, Den Den, Big Bub) [Will-Lean:] It's getting drastic, I'm a classic Like a '57 Cheve, chromed out looking acid It's the Chemist motherfucker, that done lived in the bricks It's the Clover where I grind, and get rid of it quick I'm digging this shit, I got to deal and live with this shit Watching my mama smile, when she flip hundreds in a six How good as it get, knowing your whole hood is rich From Texas to the Boot, we out the wood bitch I'm a Botany Boy nigga, that's down and dirty So dirty I'm up early, getting thirty of them birdies I'm pumping this shit, hitting the slab dumping this shit Cocaine cowboy, with the scorpion prince Triple beams pyrexes, and digital scales Overweighted with cheddar, tipping the scale Will-Lean I'm on the block, and I'm bringing the raw Inner-state outlaw, easy popping frost [Hook: x2] The 3rd Coast, niggaz above average Diamonds by the karats, money I gotta have it Dirty South, I'm quick to cock and blast it Burning like acid, nigga this is a classic [Den Den:] I'm like a red-nosed pit, walking through the crowd with no owner Got you wondering where in the fuck, did this motherfucker go Now wait a minute let's think a second, we 3rd Coast and pandering Plus I'm known for slug shooting, talking shit and slandering Can't handle him I'm spitting straight, even when I'm staggering Toe for toe blow for blow, ready to battle them No shatter them I saddle in, chunk the West and hit the wind Sliding sideways down the Interstate, searching for a win State to state cakes we bake, smash the gas and fuck the breaks And in a minute I'm gon be rich, right now I'ma work the weight Touchdown and Texas-fied, with the weight to stash the glock Hit the block and punch the clock, real niggaz set up shop Move em in and move em out, too much cash to talk about Snitches get two shots to the mouth, fucking with my feddy spot It's a drout, and I got out the do' Yeah Den Den bitch, 'fore your ass go broke [T-Pop:] Nigga my click above average, I'm pushing to be the man Call me a Paccino, and say hello to my little friend I'm a veteran, so shut your loose lips Before I pop this loose clip, and sink your loose ship You done heard of me, I'm that killer that don't talk I'm that great white shark, that only creeps in the dark I'm the predator you're the prey, better watch what you say On me this AK, mayday-mayday I'm like a pitbull, that lock on ya Start foaming from the mouth, lights out on ya Now you sleeping in the corner, your brains locked on ya I ain't tripping you better catch a head, or see heaven or hell homie [Hook x2] [Bug Bub:] I got a hunger for this cheddar, like a god damn savage Star status above average, I gotta live lavish Vault box on overload, cause I won't stop pumping Fo' fifth up in the holster, and I won't stop dumping Swanging through the lot, looking like I'm throwing bows Dismantle the club scene, on 84's and new 4's Your slut on my dick, cause you too feminine to please her And the shit around my wrist, they cold as a deep freezer Plus my paint job, looking like a po'd up gallon And her ass body rocking, like the switches I'm handling Everytime a thug nigga strong through the do', hoes know Bezeltynes hang low, and my nuts dragging the flo' Spit shit like a fo' fifth, and a clip full of lead V.I.P. with a young yellow, licking my third leg Two to the head band, for trying to plex with Bub Drop her off with a wet twat, and cum in her mug it's going down nigga [Hook x2]
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