Talkin Down Divine Council (Ft. Cyrax & $ilkMoney)

[Chorus: $ilkMoney]
If he talkin' down on Council, beat his ass
If he talkin' down on Council, beat his ass
If he talkin' down on Council, beat his ass
If he talkin' down on Council, beat his ass

[Verse: $ilkMoney]
Bust your motherfucking head open, nigga
If you talk ‘bout my gang
Tie you up, leave a perm on your head
So it’ll melt through and stick to your brain
Sick nigga with a big picture, hit licks with ya
Professional fucking zip sealer, since chips bigger
Thought I’d make the clip a bit simpler
Can’t fit it inside the box like my dick cylinder
Can’t even fit in her, a nigga just tryna attain integers
Sell a nigga K2 and tell him that it’s the indica
If I’m at your dice game, then nigga I’ma just stick it up
Eenie meanie minie moe, I’m sticking ya pockets, so kick it bruh
You niggas that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
In other words, you niggas straight pussyclaat
You niggas sweet in the middle like Tootsie Pops
So shook the spot or shoot your Glock
I’m in the front like Rosa Parks
You can meet me in the back for the Malcolm X
Nigga known for the homegrown and I can get you a brick
You 12, we break you down to 6
I done lost count ‘bout how many doors we kicked, the O’s we lent
But don’t [?] be ready, have to choke a bitch
‘Cause whatever you owe, nigga, we for sure gon’ get
And ride off with ya bitch on a pogo stick