[Verse 1: MTS Sky High]
Everybody know me pretty well for the shit talking
Got a couple opps they say how he still walking
I be doing my shit and my plug calling
Lifestyle ain't great this weed got me coughing like
Wake up get ready for the day take a perc thirty
Nodding off in class still pass Imma get an eighty
Kick his ass on some Kung Fu shit but I ain't sipping tea
Hit him with some crazy nunchucks shit like I’m Bruce Lee
Yeah, yeah we on that shit
Bro robbing places got away he smooth like that
Bitch won’t stop talking he’ll lose his tooth like that
Can't give a fuck bout fake bitches we not into that
Noah off a lot feel nothing he smoke like that
Bitch is an IG model might tap that ass
Nevermind she has thirty bodies and she got aids
You know I can’t die like that
[Verse 2: Lil Pussy Juicer]
Kill a nigga, leave his body on floor (pow)
If me and B Dot spot a opp you know we boutta blow (grah)
I just plowed your bitch, like some snow
I got all this bread, like some dough (pow)
Extended mag, hanging from below (pow, pow)
I be posted up on the block
Red dot, on top of the flock (grah)
2gs bitch I hide it in my sock (pow)
Cameron Austen he can suck my cock (baw)
Me and DB on the way, we just got the drop (pow)
Paul Derocher, fuck that pussy cop (grah)
Sg 517, we the mob
Strap ain't real, that's a fucking prop (pew)
Catch a nigga lacking, right at the bus stop
If a nigga run up on me Imma swing (skrrt)
Bitches know my wrist piece, on bling bling (pew)
Cammy so fat I call him the Burger King
[Verse 3: Mr Pack]
I throw a punch like I'm Mike back in ‘96
But it get domestic I treat a woman like a bitch
Growing up I said it when I’m older I'd be getting rich
Now I’m stacking green ain’t no paper but I’ll take a rip
Shit… least I’m smoking dope tho
Took another bowl I’m tryna see how low the eyes go
Uncle, smoking some rock I seen the stick glow
Might just pop some roomies end up in a different time zone
Treat a woman like a bitch, that’s the way round
If the head ain’t good - no lie, won’t bring my nuts out
See the way I move, no hood, I’ll bring the guns out
See the way we screwed, no food, she brought the buns out
I ain’t seen a brick, but I’ll rap bout it
Gotta use the wrist, turning crack from it
Hit it with a flick, how you light up on it
Than u smoke that shit - YOU SAID CRACK “I’m on it”
Just give me my crack, I really want motherfucking crack
I really like crack, just give me my crack
Motherfucker I'm crack, motherfucker yeah
[Verse 4: MTS Sky High & Mr Belle]
Living life getting high really tryna reach the sky
Harder drugs I'm gonna try people think I'm gonna die
Resupply multiply sell that shit the feins rely
Don't you lie or it's goodbye we gon have to crucify
Walk into the building with a stick I'mma end it all
Bro thought he really got away I chased him in the hall
Always moving up you know I ain't gonna fucking fall
They know I can shoot but not the best when it comes to ball
Think I'm really crazy nah I'm jus lil different
Leave a mark on the neck like a fucking serpent
Cops pulling up leave the scene it is urgent
Think you'll be something but you my little servant
Fuck all you pussy ass bitches think you're fucking funny
Saying I'm broke but your fit says you got no money
Keep talking crazy I'mma make your white t-shirt bloody
If you're still breathing by tonight then you're fucking lucky
Dissing on these kids so much shit is getting old
They be on some gay shit I know they be giving throat
Y'all making me lose brain cells like I have to go
If you don't switch up get smoked (yeah, let me spit on this)
[Verse 5: Mr Belle]
Went away for a minute but now I say Imma come back
Y’all been on my dick for a minute but I said fuck that
I knew I was truly great when I had niggas speaking whole facts
Yeah already knew I was doing it different
Fumbled 50 hoes chasing money was the right decision (?)
Hold on yeah
But Imma still come back for what’s mine when I feel it back
And everywhere I go to flex bands (?) pay back
I need a bad bitch who love the money who could throw it back
Cuz I be at the (?) making money y’all should know that
And I never sat him at peace, that’s a different (?)
And any nigga who ain’t fuck with that could get their head cracked
My mo- mo- hold on, my money finally looking little (?) Imma spend the band
Imma take the (?) get some hoes in my (?)
I ain’t sipping (?) lean in my fucking can
(Wait let me call that one lame ass bum girl real quick)
Wanna talk about some type of hot threw my dick all in her back
Talk about how you still kiss that hoe after she ate it like a snack
You a nasty nigga
But she already told me that
You the type to ask her bout her day and hear half the facts
(Damn, she busy right now lil bro)
He the type to crash about a hoe that don’t want him back
He want her and she want me but I don’t want that hoe
How the hoe want my time I gotta head to go
I dip my balls in her jaws and I let it go
I’m moving dog (?) bitch I got a pigeon flow
Well shit I didn’t even know I was tough I was doing it different
I didn’t even know I was... nahhh
I’m boutta spin a block now Imma kill again
Aye like a evil bro (?)
(What the fuck?)
