Martin & Tommy ft. 83 Menace & topchef Lyrics

Aye

Aye I ran up a check these niggas can't stop me

Aye

Aye me and bro locked in like Martin and Tommy

You play with my bro and I'm gon catch a body

Aye Aye

Aye I ran up a check they can't stop me

Me and bro locked in like Martin and Tommy

Nigga play with my bro and I'm gon catch a body

I be feeling like Dej, dare a fuck nigga try me

Ian going for nothing I dont know why they plotting

Try to run with a pack and I bet I'ma pop em

Had to switch up the flow me and broski a problem

Get expensive with drip go from Bape to the Prada

Spent a rack on the Bape just to where with a beater

I could of went Yeezys but don't like Adidas

My bro serving cream in the cut with the tweakers

I be playing my role get my cut then I'm leaving

If my bro acting odd X em out got to leave em

Make em think I forgot but I bet I get even

Roddy Rich with the bag bitch I ball every season

And my bro down to ride better not give him a reason

Yeah, my bro down to ride if you give him a reason

Nigga play with my family I'll turn to a demon

If they slide on they block then they leaving em bleeding

We don't tolerate snakes niggas dying for treason

Yeah, his bitch eating dick drinking nutt like tequila

Yeah, his bitch eating dick drinking nutt like patron

I'll pull up and rock out you know what I'm on

With a bad little bitch and my hand in her thong

Got racks in the whip, a Glock and a ruger be pushing the gas you know three get to shooting

He quick with the draw bitch he ready to do it

We win every time we ain't thinking about losing

I only know bitches that move off conclusions

Bring his bitch around the gang off the rip she was choosing

I fucked her and left, and you let the bitch use you

Got too many spots we discrete when we moving

Got too many spots you don't know how I'm living, got bags in the basement and racks in the ceiling

They turning they back when they see that you down, they come back around when they see that you made it

How you fuck up a pack and can't even re-up, but your money correct if a bitch want a payment

I'ma ride for bro if he wrong or he right, keep my circle so tight I don't like no new faces

Aye Aye

Aye I ran up a check they can't stop me

Me and bro locked in like Martin and Tommy

Nigga play with my bro and I'm gon catch a body

I be feeling like Dej, dare a fuck nigga try me

Ian going for nothing I dont know why they plotting

Try to run with a pack and I bet I'ma pop em

Had to switch up the flow me and broski a problem

Get expensive with drip go from Bape to the Prada

Spent a rack on the Bape just to where with a beater

I could of went Yeezys but don't like Adidas

My bro serving cream in the cut with the tweakers

I be playing my role get my cut then I'm leaving

If my bro acting odd X em out got to leave em

Make em think I forgot but I bet I get even

Roddy Rich with the bag bitch I ball every season

And my bro down to ride better not give him a reason

Yeah, my bro down to ride work the stick like magician

Told little bro to chill just play your position

Ian worried about dissing get a fuck nigga missing

Blow a bag on a fit and go up on the ticket

Blow a bag on a fit and still trap out the kitchen

Ion internet beef keep me out of your mentions

Pour a line and get high talk in different dimensions

Bitch I'm gone off the drank Ian talking about liquor

Had to grab a little snack before I throw back the jigga

Yeah, my life is a movie they ain't getting the picture

Should of poured in a 2 liter drank out the pitcher

Bitch hit my dm, and my girl dismissed her

How you know she a hoe and you still gonna kiss her

Niggas dying for bitches that's why he ain't with her

I'm stuck in the trap but surrounded with killers

Banana clips on the stick yeah I hang with gorillas

Balling like harden a starter Ian playing no benches

Growing up hard we was starving had to get up and get it

We flushing the clip in his whip I'm a shoot like the pistons

Beam on his head when I up bet I take off his fitted

Piss on my hands to make sure ain't no proof of existence

Tell em we took he pussy ain't come back and get it

These niggas bitches for real ain't no way we can kick it

Knock out a feature in minutes still tax em a ticket

Aye Aye

Aye I ran up a check they can't stop me

Me and bro locked in like Martin and Tommy

Nigga play with my bro and I'm gon catch a body

I be feeling like Dej, dare a fuck nigga try me

Ian going for nothing I dont know why they plotting

Try to run with a pack and I bet I'ma pop em

Had to switch up the flow me and broski a problem

Get expensive with drip go from Bape to the Prada

Spent a rack on the Bape just to where with a beater

I could of went Yeezys but don't like Adidas

My bro serving cream in the cut with the tweakers

I be playing my role get my cut then I'm leaving

If my bro acting odd X em out got to leave em

Make em think I forgot but I bet I get even

Roddy Rich with the bag bitch I ball every season

And my bro down to ride better not give him a reason