[Verse 1: Cellow]
Whole lot of hate
Jugg with me, whole lot of Dracs
Whole lot of slappin', ain't no banks, right packed in the safe
Hundred, hundred, hundred
Ain't with Durk, but it's only the fam
Fifties beatin' like a marching band, can break the Hoover Dam
I don't know you, nigga, so I'm bool, I ain't sayin' much
All black like the mafia, Glock on me, pockets knotted up
Love the way that nine milli' bust, give me a sugar rush
In the kitchen twistin' off a fourteen, tryna double up, uh
I ain't rich yet, check waitin' on me
Phone still rollin', out the mud like a rollie-pollie
Studio thick as hell, I'm still feelin' by my lonely
Usually freestyle, but I wrotе this 'cause I'm really hungry
Insomnia, it got me up, so I don't need an Addy
Lеt me get the drop on all my opps, Beans comin' from the alley
Fifties get behind us, they can't even catch an RT Chally
We in Scat Packs and SRT8s, you dashin' like a rally
[Verse 2: FastLane Tboii]
Get real spooky, you know how it go, free the boogieman
Drop a nigga laugh about it at the Holiday Inns
Hit Onyx, me, bro, and Dae in the gray Benz
Livin' life, but whole time, we out here tryna make plans
Fuck feelings, if you care too much, then you won't make bands
Strictly only mafia and I ain't tryna make friends
I might fist bump or elbow you, I don't shake hands
You don't want no problem with the gang, that's okay, then
Cartiers matchin' my 'fit, these ain't no Ray Bans
The industry done locked the door, we finna make a way in
Got the opps scared to come outside, they better stay in
Shooters tryna kill somethin', waitin' on me to say when
Niggas get a gun, get to swearin' they some killers
We the apes, big gorillas, pallbearers, gravediggers
Hollow tips'll sit him right in front the one who made nigga
Chopper with the legs, this right here'll Johnny Cage niggas
Whole lot of hate
Jugg with me, whole lot of Dracs
Whole lot of slappin', ain't no banks, right packed in the safe
Hundred, hundred, hundred
Ain't with Durk, but it's only the fam
Fifties beatin' like a marching band, can break the Hoover Dam
I don't know you, nigga, so I'm bool, I ain't sayin' much
All black like the mafia, Glock on me, pockets knotted up
Love the way that nine milli' bust, give me a sugar rush
In the kitchen twistin' off a fourteen, tryna double up, uh
I ain't rich yet, check waitin' on me
Phone still rollin', out the mud like a rollie-pollie
Studio thick as hell, I'm still feelin' by my lonely
Usually freestyle, but I wrotе this 'cause I'm really hungry
Insomnia, it got me up, so I don't need an Addy
Lеt me get the drop on all my opps, Beans comin' from the alley
Fifties get behind us, they can't even catch an RT Chally
We in Scat Packs and SRT8s, you dashin' like a rally
[Verse 2: FastLane Tboii]
Get real spooky, you know how it go, free the boogieman
Drop a nigga laugh about it at the Holiday Inns
Hit Onyx, me, bro, and Dae in the gray Benz
Livin' life, but whole time, we out here tryna make plans
Fuck feelings, if you care too much, then you won't make bands
Strictly only mafia and I ain't tryna make friends
I might fist bump or elbow you, I don't shake hands
You don't want no problem with the gang, that's okay, then
Cartiers matchin' my 'fit, these ain't no Ray Bans
The industry done locked the door, we finna make a way in
Got the opps scared to come outside, they better stay in
Shooters tryna kill somethin', waitin' on me to say when
Niggas get a gun, get to swearin' they some killers
We the apes, big gorillas, pallbearers, gravediggers
Hollow tips'll sit him right in front the one who made nigga
Chopper with the legs, this right here'll Johnny Cage niggas
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