[Benny:] These niggas still tryin' to amount to us Puffin' the sour dutch while I'm countin' up I was down on my luck, now I'm clouded up Jumpin' out of trucks in Giuseppe kicks that's a thousand plus My city wild as fuck, bodies pilin' up Now we dealin' with Donald Trump, they gotta count on us I'm in the kitchen whippin' powder up to get my momma up Out of the slums and my medallion bust Pound for pound, the best around is us I never argue or get loud with a nigga I can't reach out and touch Got the plug number and I dialed it up, about month, later I showed up to my town servin' 'em out the trunk Rock hard, but we gon' pound 'em up, ground 'em to dust All about a buck, douse with cut so the powder could fluff, uhh You ever been found in your house with the stuff Nosey neighbors watchin' While the D's walk you out in them cuffs? Lobster tail for me, quarter pounder for her And I'm cheap, so that's all she allowed 'til I fuck Before we dip, Camino said, "bring the pound or the pump?" He brought 'em both and a quarter stuffed down in his dunks Ahhh
[Conway:] (Griselda...) Hollow tips inside my cartridge Griselda like the Spurs, and addin' Benny is like we signin' Aldridge That brick of white I'm tryin' to buy and off it Designer shit inside my closet, the bitches say I'm fly and gorgeous We down in Miami flyin' Porsches My shooter got the stick, he gon' fire off it, have you lyin' awkward It's that new God flow, the most high exalted They love me like Dame Lillard when I fly to Portland With my project bitch, I told her try the swordfish After we eat, I'm tryin' to fuck her until I'm exhausted Break the squares down, I divide in portion Tryin' to flip, stack enough that I could buy the Dolphins I'm beefin' with a nigga, I ain't tryin' to squash it That sniper rifle high powered like the Giants offense His head is flyin' over his shoulders, I fire torches I'm paintin' pictures so vivid, they wanna buy the portrait Look, even right now the shooter's out No back and forth on a record, I'm tryin' to shoot it out I was 15, skippin' school tryin' to move a ounce Bagged it all in 20's, it was gone before school let out You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, you can't afford 'em I got the cheapest bricks in the city 'cause I import 'em Niggas tryin' to trap in my hood, then I extort 'em Keep the blicky close and I promise you I will torch 'em MotherfuckerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
