414 Scurvy (Posse Cut) ft. AyooLii, Superstar Sel, kill.dawn, Maz G & Stix Lyrics

Oh no

Ayy (414, 612) I'm with Daark, I'm with Lee my nigga

Fadumo hit me up, said it can be a while

Fadumo hit me up, said it can be a minute

808s smacking on my dome, I want fire

Yup, yup, I'm tired

Razor blades cutting on your nose, you're a liar

Pinocchio trying to get wiser

Yeah, I been counting all these bands OK

My nigga made the beat, I throw these hands OK

Throw him in air, I hope he lands OK

Got her in the club with a dancer

I be getting to the green, Bruce Banner

Getting paper, boy, while I'm in Atlanta

Sold a G to a hoe named Hannah

Sold a G to a nigga named Hannah

Check, one-two, one-two

Yeah check, check, one-two, one-two (one-two)

In the kitchen, bitch you know what I do

Two smacks on me, nigga, me and my crew

If you want success got to go get a check

Bust down bitch VVS

Iced out, bitch, I got a glacier on my neck

Hold on

Catching all these heads, I can't even call my own

I've been running to the bread, running to the croissant

Baby, you go on and start ahead

Got my third eye bitch, I'm in Bel-Air

I'm gonna smack on a G, got a price on the whole ounce

Oh yeah lil bitch, I can see clear

I'm smoking on Bel-Air

When I hit the 414 I hit up AyooLii

When I hit the 414 I hit up AyooLii

When they see me through the door then they say, "Ayo, Lee!"

That's my government, see, what you know of me?

Hunting in the East since I stood at only half a knee

When I hit the 414 I'll probably call my momma first

Said I'm picking up some chords and some old pajama shirts

Man I lied cause I was digging trying to smoke Obama blurnts

Roll a couple roaches over in a folder with some dirt

Frog-eyed bent

Cruise through the city I got 5 percent

Make a nigga sick off the shit I spent

Get like me but I'm not like them 

Get like me I'm with AyooLii 

Switch on the back 50 shots when I squeeze

Switch on the back it can't fit in my jeans

Walk in the club and they pay me a fee

Walk in the club he ain't cleaner than me 

Rose Royce truck make me feel like a star

Came from the East why I walked in with Maz 

Walk in this bitch and they know who we are

Hit from the back made her buss out her bra

Yeah, I been counting all these bands OK

My nigga made the beat, I throw these hands OK

Throw him in air, I hope he lands OK

Got her in the club with a dancer

I be getting to the green, Bruce Banner

Getting paper, boy, while I'm in Atlanta

Sold a G to a hoe named Hannah

Sold a G to a nigga named Hannah

I was running through the M, there's nobody anyplace

I wear a hood, she wear hijab, nobody peeking at a face

I got it good, she got a job with bodies bleeding in the place

Somebody should keep it together when we're meeting at the lake

I shaved my head and hit the gym and now I'm Mr. Clean

I'm flaming reg up to the brim I feel like Mr. Freeze

They hear my register, assume I came from overseas

I never had to swim, I'm from Wisconsin like a lot of cheese

Ayyy what I'm bad backing

What man, said I'm bad backing

4 in the morning can't sleep, catch me dancing with the devil in the middle of the night 

I got fire action I got real big hypes

I'm with Daark, I'm with Lee, man I'm bussing off a triple

Sold my hype Dr. Pepper man, swear to god I'm tripping

Man 6 in the morning and this nigga Diet Coke

Came home with a roll, I got cheese lil bro

Got the wood leaving ash on my jeans, not a cigarette

Like I'm playing for the Bucks, man, can't nobody guard me

Two pounds of fertilizer man you know I got that shit on me

Bad backing going through it up inside my mama kitchen

Broke ass nigga really cheap fake grittin

Ask if lil Sarah want that meth, methamphetamine

My uncle don't even smoke powder, he a fake fiend

Hit from the back I make hits in my sleep 

If he send me a feat then I'm frying the beat

If he got beef with me then we hitting his treash 

Plays in the burbs

I got plays in the streets 

Play with my nerves they don't play about me

And I'm holding my word like I'm holding my heat 

Sip when they swerve if they got syrup on the seat

Don't repeat what you see it's with God and with me

DTE made him 6 feet deep

I slide round town swear I don't need feet 

Round I got racks on me 

Round town I got G's

808s smacking on my dome, I want fire

Yup, yup, I'm tired

Razor blades cutting on your nose, you're a liar

Pinocchio trying to get wiser

Ayo, shout out Milwaukee

Oh no

It's Daark out