[Intro: Estee Nack]
Ayy, yo, when I spit my shits silence to the motherfuckin' labs, nigga (Fuck outta here, nigga)
Oh (Ayy, yo)
[Verse 1: Estee Nack & Mickey Diamond]
Rock ya with the butter (Woah)
Repeated hair making, stitch your face as if it's stutterd (Boaw-boaw-boaw)
Ain't no hidin' the fifth, we lift your cover, twist your mom dukes (Oh)
Had to lay the drip in, like vanilla fondue, yo (Drip)
Get a copter some ill to respond to (Woo), harm you
Carry two TECs with hallows, extended clips up in 'em (Mad bullets)
Expensive denims, I'm a legend (Yeah), this ain't a game, so why is you playin'? (Don't play with me, nigga)
If it's for the pay, then I'm slidin' my way (I'm in there)
Nackie got the mind of a alien, gator-skin sneakers (Trash)
Off of Giuseppe, Buscemi, and Christian Louboutin (Aha)
My niggas send flavors and make it super bliss
Superman Nackman, Bonham and Red Dead revolver, trench- coat cannon (Baow)
Lay a nigga where he be mostly standin' (You dead, nigga)
Got the knowledge but lack the understandin'
Your facts coming underhanded (Yeah)
There's cookies of runtz whenever the lungs are expandin' (Smoke)
Extra canvas, images that I reflect Candon (Click-click-click-click-click)
Let me get my shit off ([?])
Ayy, yo
[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]
Roddy Piper, if the bitch hobby is choppin' samples, I'd probably wive her
Nobody nicer, Code Name: Viper
Tiger Uppercut, Street Fighter (Ahh), too hyper
Vinyl cut, final fight, I might fuck the whole cipher up (Boom)
Like Math Hoffa, they had to wipe 'em up
My bars is like a Falcon punch to your dome piece
Or Caption Crunch to a nigga with no teeth
We roam streets, no pun intended, niggas don't want beef
I got the testicular fortitude of a forty-two-year-old foreign dude
Who be on the move rockin' God Gun (Woo)
The baked ziti parmesan, Godfather 3
Don't bother me or get my squad started unless you wanna see what lies beneath (What?)
Designer sneaks, your head got a finders fee (Brrt)
Your girlfriend friend tryna fondle me
The head nigga in charge, I'm not Prodigy
Drop prophecies on my first joint parallel
I hold the stick lateral, twist botanicals
This shit's mechanical
My book of rhymes is like The Babadook
Bullshit you rappers do
You send me a wack track, I'ma send that shit right back to you (I'ma send that shit back)
Tryna ride this dusty road, knock your axle loose
Crack your fruit, drink your apple juice
I see it clear like a tour glass of Absolute
I got creative player attributes (It's-it's-it's-it's the Umbrella, bitch)
[Bridge: Maze Overlay]
Hoo (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Maze Overlay]
High-grade beluga
Vintage labels and the finest tuna, fly maneuvers
I'ma skip the labels and just sign with Puma (Oof)
Who the vantablack paisano? The connoisseur with the big brain (Oof)
Maserati lookin' like Ving Rhames when I switch lanes (Vroom)
Winchester, big game
Soul caliber, no filler
All thriller, AZ Coyote, the goat-killer (Killa)
Did it for the Fritos
Had 'em losin' weight like Keto
Illegal to legal chippers flippin' scripts like Tarantino
ColecoVision, Cliquot in the Diesel, keep the passion balanced (Yeah)
In my dreams: jetskis, art galleries, and fashion houses (Oof)
Splashin' like a thousand orcas in the black and white Forces (Uh)
Takin' mine by force, 'cause, you know (You know), they don't like to pass torches
Baddies treat us like slurpies, workin' hard like burpees
I ain't servin', but I can get the palate wet if you thirsty (Big fish)
Kombucha and the Louis did it to us
Binary triggers on the Rugers (Brrt)
Fendi boosters, smellin' for the grapes in the Henny juices
Heaven pursue us, been through hell with plenty shooters
Buddha to the brain, classic strains for my enlightenment (Ah)
Stupid flame, removin' all the pain when I light this shit (Light it up)
Michael Vick, sneaky with the cannon, and I'm lightning-quick
Microfibers on the drip, who's as nice as this? (Who?)
Penetrate the airwaves like an ice pick
Squeezin' the industry tighter than a vice grip (Ah)
For the presidental wrist and the Nike kicks
Just to get 'em muddy, like a Baton Rouge bayou
On my way up from all these punches, like Ryu (Shoryuken)
Most high talk, Northside skywalker rollin' OG in the sky, Lord
Throw the ride and park and let the mind go
Abloh, communicatin' with the cosmos (Phew)
Off-white Zapatos
Side hoes in different time zones (Ayo)
Yo se hablo, my flow: Tupac and Picasso, how I design those
