Wild Oats DJ Muggs & Roc Marciano

[Verse 1]
Let the sawed-off rip, tore off your hip
We draw the 5th, we don't forfeit
Talk shit, they find you 'round tortoises and crawfish
Your bitch up in the morgue all stiff
Pardon my awkwardness, the pump long as shit, ooh
Life's like a jungle, not a jungle gym
Played with guns, we once was kids
Now the Benz white like rice from Uncle Ben's
Peep the layout, used to bring the cane down on the greyhound
Hoes would play me, now my Bally kicks is made of baby cow
Don’t make me pull Stacy’s out
My heat will never push the safety down, it’s all gravy, pal
You know how we play
We pimp the bitches into the grave or to the crazy house
I’m made, it ain’t just a-ok to take me out
The hitter had to be sanctioned by Gabriel
I have angels around, wear chains with nasal on the kitchen table
The 4 limb sable was maple brown
The cape hang down, for you to relate, it may take a while
Y'all some real live victims, niggas is straight jive turkey
With all the fixes, you get burned and then we murk in sixes

[Break]
Fuck niggas
Ayo, the nigga, there he go right there
Pull over, pull over, pull over
Y'all already know, nigga
Just pull close