Suicide Berner & Mozzy

[Intro: Berner]
Haha, yeah
I swear to God, man
This shit got me fired up
Ayy Traxx, you a fool for this one
Yeah

[Verse 1: Berner]
And it ain't been the same ever since my mom died
All this McQueen and the lean got me cross-eyed
I can make a block fly, leave your mans hogtied
Fuck it, let the rock dry, we really push a hard line
With this bag, I’m a maniac
I still be gettin' fetty right here where it made me at
Simps in my DM's askin’ for their lady back
Every single dollar that she make, she really pay me that
The Xannys ain't enough, yay askin' where the 80's at
All this coke money, yeah it's like I brought the 80's back
Five deep in a Pontiac
Forty in his dirty ass mouth, make him swallow that
The city where I'm from ain't the same, I want my partners back
They want me in a cage, crime pay, I acknowledge that
They brought a hundred, give me all of that
Where the black gloves, clear tape, and the boxes at?
Big Bern, bitch, big time business
Multimillions, twenty-six bitches
Bulletproof truck, Maybachs, Benzes
VVS stones in my Cartier lenses