Lyrics by ： Osbe Chill / TOBi / Michael D'Angelo Archer / Christopher Martin / Cash Jones ASCAP ) / Jayceon Taylor / Stanley Benton / Timothy Patterson Mozzy )
Ayo
I mob how I mob
Yeah
I'm hood with it
Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley
Yeah
I'm good with it
Everything Suge with it
I'm a boss like that
Caught five
Odell Beckham
Randy Moss like that
It's Bompton
Reason why I talk like that
Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that
I'm Nas on these songs
I Puff
They hate me
Hurricane Game
Katrina'd the AP
Top- down
The AC
With X and AZ
Ruff Rydin'
You can see this Draco in HD
Don't try me
N***a
Homicide's my hobby
Backwoods we fat
Blowin' these sacks like Mozzy
In the 6
Clyde and Bonny
Clips by Armani
Plus
I keep an extra with the owl feather texture
2020
We doin' drive- bys in Teslas
Sex
Money
Murder
And drugs
Carmen Electra
F**k the slice
I want the pie
Why ask " Why"
'Til we die
Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
Carmen Electra
Drugs and thugs
Swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
Carmen Electra
Four block bangin'
I'm from the d**e spot
Baby
Time to serve 'em on the porch and keep the door locked
Baby
In this four- door 'Cedes
The Rollie oh so brazy
Chopper for that Old School that I could throw on Daytons
F**k who hate me
Blood on the Benjamins
I'm a gangsta
Pull up on the side of his vehicle tryna to spank 'em
Cookies by the onions
We plug 'em
The people thank us
As- salamu alaykum and see how far it could take us
Can't nobody say we stay dangerous
That's on the gang
Told Game
" Pass the thang"
I feel like I got my way
Pissin' on they grave and wackin' out with they bang
Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same
She chose up on the the Maseratti to blame
We body for body make Gotti flame
Free to Gangland when he touch
Got him a chain
When he touch
Got him some cake
When he touch
Got him a Drac'
F**k the slice
I want the pie
Why ask " Why"
'Til we die
Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
Carmen Electra
Drugs and thugs
Swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
Carmen Electra
O- S- B- E Chill
F**k what they feel
Have a n***a leanin' soon as I pop his seal
Put the work like Copperfield
I got it to disappear
Heard you was lookin' for me
I'm right here
Right here
Standin' in the jungles with the baby stones
Baby stones
Cash Money in my pocket
Get my Baby on
Baby on
Only eat the p***y if it taste like Avión
Yeah
Tell her run my s**t back like Le'Veon
B***h
Sittin' in the bucket 'bout to trip me a n***a
Yeah
Los Angeles
Clip me a n***a
Yeah
ATL
Tip me a n***a
Uh
Like Black Chyna
I'ma give in
N***a
Pause
Gang injunctions don't stop the function
Yeah
Trees by Game
Patrón consumptions
Yeah
Born in the Jungles where wolf be huntin'
I put that on Mary- Anne
That I am what I am
N***a
F**k the slice
I want the pie
Why ask " Why"
'Til we die
Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
Carmen Electra
Drugs and thugs
Swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
Carmen Electra
