Released: April 1, 2015
Songwriter: Scott Arceneaux Jr. Aristos Petrou Black Smurf
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
You say you flippin' dope in the trap with your hoe?
But see, I'm 'bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner, talking this and that
Triple six in the sticks with a Soulja rag
$uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise
Walking 'round looking like I'm from Columbine
Homicide's glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you fucking walking 'round
Me and Oddy catching bodies, then we rolling gaudy
Always foggy when I'm creepin', black all on my body
You say you driving Maserati, but I call your bluff
Always murder, then I rob 'em, money ain't enough
No, money ain't enough
[Verse 2: Black Smurf]
Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shouldn't just
Take this Nine and plead the fifth, but on my life I will protect
I don't rock for selfish niggas, .45 all in your chest
I'll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset
You think you're hard, homie? Boy, you say you with the shits
Until the dogs hit your door, you'll run all them chips
Was hatin' now ya on the floor, ya' partners gon dip
Then put them lights in his eyes, bury a snitch
I'm moving Hector he just playing with it, he pussy
A couple bands'll have ya layin' still, don't push me
The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter
Boy, what's happenin'?
We talkin' - well boy, we can make it happen, it's nothin'
[Verse 3: YUNG MUTT]
Back in all black, bitch, give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack, and that's that crack in the pack
Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk, need a trackback?
I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed, need to ash
I'ma need the green, that's dope and money, smoking honey
All Mac pack in a black Cadillac, ain't no thing funny
Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting, stick yo hand out, I'll start slicing
Advising sacrificing all you lice, and I start pricing
I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise, I'm icin' Sprite and Lean
Enticing me 'till I K.O., I might be Tyson
You say you flippin' dope in the trap with your hoe?
But see, I'm 'bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner, talking this and that
Triple six in the sticks with a Soulja rag
$uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise
Walking 'round looking like I'm from Columbine
Homicide's glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you fucking walking 'round
Me and Oddy catching bodies, then we rolling gaudy
Always foggy when I'm creepin', black all on my body
You say you driving Maserati, but I call your bluff
Always murder, then I rob 'em, money ain't enough
No, money ain't enough
[Verse 2: Black Smurf]
Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shouldn't just
Take this Nine and plead the fifth, but on my life I will protect
I don't rock for selfish niggas, .45 all in your chest
I'll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset
You think you're hard, homie? Boy, you say you with the shits
Until the dogs hit your door, you'll run all them chips
Was hatin' now ya on the floor, ya' partners gon dip
Then put them lights in his eyes, bury a snitch
I'm moving Hector he just playing with it, he pussy
A couple bands'll have ya layin' still, don't push me
The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter
Boy, what's happenin'?
We talkin' - well boy, we can make it happen, it's nothin'
[Verse 3: YUNG MUTT]
Back in all black, bitch, give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack, and that's that crack in the pack
Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk, need a trackback?
I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed, need to ash
I'ma need the green, that's dope and money, smoking honey
All Mac pack in a black Cadillac, ain't no thing funny
Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting, stick yo hand out, I'll start slicing
Advising sacrificing all you lice, and I start pricing
I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise, I'm icin' Sprite and Lean
Enticing me 'till I K.O., I might be Tyson
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