[Intro: Enphamus & [?]] Ayy, turn me up Will Woah Big runner, shit talker Walk 'em 90 Mafia
[Verse 1: Enphamus] These niggas be cap, they really were saved by the bell They ain't never put shit in 'da mail They ain't never done broke down a bag Stood there, mental math, with 'dat cup on the scale, yeah Kept goin', I know I prevail Cuz' beat up the pot 'till it pale You don't know how it feel Police in the crib like a swarm, we had so many scales Fuck it, I didn't wear the Pyrex But I sold smoke, and that's on my brother It'll get you 'bout high as the sky at I don't wanna' be touched but ain't goin' for none Bitch, I stay wit' an arm like a tricep Know he goin' missin, I catch him, he pissin' He slippin' like he on a high step In the studio sippin' on Hi-Tech Fuck Instagram, I'on't like pictures I fuck wit' the birds, so I rather go pop it on Twitter I pop a perc', then I turn to whatever was evil and lurkin' on Michael in Thriller 5.56 in that [?], Ma' I'm on TV, ridin' wit' dope like the Miller's Doin' some shit that ain't PG Double R gang, so it deep in the cut wit' the killa's [?] tryna' get out that cell like a membrane She been breakin' my heart, Kunta Kinte Nigga fuck wit' da mikes 'cause he got paid You a rat, Master Splinter, sensei Had to hold down a mag wit' thick tape On the block like a linemen wit' rich tastes How these niggas be real but they bitch fake? In the Wraith's, doin' [?] like field day I never be pressed, 'cause I keep some iron on me Bitch nigga, why yo' mind on me? My mind be on bitches, and money, and steppin' on niggas If not, then my mind on the P Gave me six figures, I'm out here big livin' They just had to spill out my mind on the beat Niggas be broke as the fuck wit' no water at home And a bitch wit' her mind on the beach [Chorus: Enphamus] Stop that I can tell he a poser, skimp him He pull up in a Rover, skimp him Askin' me, "Is I mobile?" Skimp him Oh, he look a lil' older, skimp him What you do for the forty? Shot him Take one puff and he coughin', shot him He a athlete in college, shot him Got that cash in his wallet, shot him
[Interlude: Enphamus & Quez2rr] Ayo, man Yo' twin, what's goin on? Shit, I got 500 for that Q, if I have to pull up on you, you gon' fuck wimme'? Yeah, I got that nigga, push up
[Chorus: Enphamus] S-S-Stop that I can tell he a poser, skimp him He pull up in a Rover, skimp him Askin' me, "Is I mobile?" Skimp him Oh, he look a lil' older, skimp him What you do for the forty? Shot him Take one puff and he coughin', shot him He a athlete in college, shot him Got that cash in his wallet, shot him I can tell he a poser, skimp him He pull up in a Rover, skimp him Askin' me, "Is I mobile?" Skimp him Oh, he look a lil' older, skimp him What you do for the forty? Shot him Take one puff and he coughin', shot him He a athlete in college, shot him Got that cash in his wallet, s-s-shot himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
