Shouts to the Mobb / Medusa Flee Lord & Roc Marciano (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Part I: Shouts to the Mobb]

[Intro: Flee Lord]
Ayo, Roc, the fuck is good, woe?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay, okay
Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay

[Verse: Flee Lord]
LordMobb (LordMobb) remember the stutter step
Killed the lobster, ain't nothin' but lemon and butter left
Blue ribbon for the chef, couple thou' on my left
I'm callin' up TF if I'm out on the West
Ridin' out with Funk, it's some fire in the trunk
Dope just banged my line, he said he flyin' out at once
Back out on East, ask Jag how we feast
Eat those small, buddy, drag that black mag out the seat
Mephux and Trill turn the heat up, no chill
Ayo, Bangs let it hang like a D-cup for real
Gonna call Act, he my gunner on track
Shady took his bag and bought a hundred more gats
I come with all facts, got bums in all black
Once Frenchie clean the beat, we drummin' off that
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay, okay)
I said Frenchie clean the beat, we drummin' off that

[Outro: Flee Lord]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay, okay (Yo Vic Spence, what's good, woe?)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay (Scythe)
Yeah, we in New Orleans too, ay!
It never occurred to me the beautiful words
Would be the way that I'd express myself
What I'm trying to say in such a fancy way
Is "Girl, can I help—?"