Nbthtfy ft. Paylow & Mad Talent Lyrics

Stay strapped fa static

Pistol automatic

My clientele got expensive habits

Fa that brick

Ya baby's held fa ransom

Couple shots at my coupe

The glass bullet proof

Shoots fired out the moon roof

We coming back

Assemble troops

They hungry I let my dogs loose

Maintain Composure

Orchestrate hits

Choir composer

Bodies get dump bullets Decompose ya

Wit the loose change

I copped a Chevy nova

Bricks escorted in a Range Rover

Processed in the carter

Turn the powder hard

Stem in the kitchen

Antennas an lighters

Sophie keep her tools on deck

No glass she blow aluminum dick

She smacked her lips

An said nephew that's it A1

Plus I hear ya homie snitch

They call him A1

He flashing money's

Say he buying guns

He crossing niggas like

Ai here a 8th fa that info

Jumped in na whip

Knock at the door

He spooked when he saw my face

Put a couple in his shots in chest

Nevea bite the hand that feed u

I'm conflicted with the evils u Should a known

I was go come and see u

Unless u was me u couldn't judge Me

A real nigga that make money Fa Luxury

Ate pussy a ton of times lunch fa Free

Hustled on streets charged Custies a fe

If I had the driver with me got The mag riding shotgun in seat

Guns is mandatory gotta stay With the heat it cold in the D

U see broken bottles rat hoes With attitudes of super models

Niggas be blasting off numb that Pain and sorrow

Blow it all today go and rob the Plug tomorrow

Never bullshitin but we stay Shitting

We slay bitches we do things to Explicit to mention roll up the Cookie sip the cognac

I got a sell on 6 mile by the Laundry-mat

One Brunette the other one is blonde serve em loud packs out The black Milan

Stay being corners I been on Some next shit shoot up the Neighbors house

Just to send a Message I Bare arms like it's time To get naked

I got the block sold deep in the Streets like potholes this fa the Days

I couldn't put shit in my Bowl I'm doing me

I could never Put yo shoes on my toes food fa

The soul no role playing when Them cameras get rolled

Hammers cocked plus the ladders Exposed got the ambition to get It done

No matter the goal

Infrared on the head on my foes

Wood grain cross the dash of the Rove

Os drop in the pots on stoves

In paradise I hear its payments of Gold where i trap u see needles On roads

Blows from the vocals cause the Say that I'm cold hit the center of Souls

From grams in the blinder I Deliver those

It's the prayer of a sinner before You eat dinner ya chances get Slimmer

U niggas pretender