Masterpiece Lyrics

It's like 220 on the dash, give a whiplash

Broadie want me pop a nigga top while he at six flags

Her assigned seat is on my lap because my bitch bad

It's like 20 hoes inside this room, this ain't no kickback

Diamonds hit him in his face like he got pimp slapped

Broadie earned a badge for pushing weight like he a gym rat

Baby, I just want the neck, fuck the chit-chat

Talk down on my niggas, send some shooters where you live at

Speaking spicy on my phone, get the dial tone

Nigga, get up, go get you some pape, fuck what I'm on

Walk in the door and get the neck, honey, I'm home

I can tell the weed, you got his boof, look at the trichomes

Steak and lobster for the gang, got it all for free

I just poured the deuce inside my cup, this is not sweet tea

We go upstairs when we shoot, we don't aim at feet

I was bad as fuck when I was young, I used to hang in the street

Now I'm hanging out the window, my Glock in my hand

We gon' go and slide and hit the target and not hit his mans

Let him try to pick him up, he can't cause he dead

We gon' have to go and get him too hurt, he hang with the feds

I was 15 buying weed, used to stand on the pegs

Rolling Woods all in your bitch crib, let her play in my dreads

Shit, I'm paranoid as fuck, keep the stick in the bed

Run up, try to play me like you dumb, now you missing a leg

The opps be talking out they neck, it's hilarious

Let these niggas talk on Twitter, knowing that they scared of us

If we catch you in the club, we gon' tear it up

Glock 19, get the bustin' like a snare or something

We put that nigga on his ass, we pullin' chairs or something

Niggas stop talking about drip, you ain't wearing nothing

Bitch you dirty and you broke, who the hell you touching

I ain't putting shit on this AR, if it ain't a hundred

Blue tips paint his house and make a masterpiece If it ain't bout 50k and up, don't ask for me

You think I'm paying for this lyft? Call a taxi please

Matter of fact, you better call yo nigga with them ashy knees