Shit I’m On DJ Muggs & Roc Marciano

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, fuck you thought, boy? Uh
You already know what we doing, boy
King shit, shit, uh, uh, huh, uh

[Verse 1]
I flood the shipyard, you rap subpar
Fuck a roof, why cover the cars, white like a Dove bar
Park the double R, pull your trump card
This hog's 300 large, front on the God, you get dumped on
You tumbled when your number was called
The 40 long calls, you do summersault, dog
Don't worry, lord, the summer's all yours
The pump still up under the London fog
The horse is imported from Portugal
My songs is like soft porn
Pouring Pourisons with tall Amazons
Black Panameras, Tony Montana standards
Scramblers is scanners in the Porsche
Grams is soft, we used to scramble on the porch
For what a Phantom cost, I blam at your thoughts
Transport snort, so raw the shit snowballed
Got bowling balls for balls
My redbone whore, she like Charlie Baltimore
We up, my dog, check the scoreboard
The crib four floors, you know we in this for the long haul
That shit I'm on