Men In Black ft. Tay 400

Pass me the blunt, I dead jiggy off the pressure pack

I hit my kill switch, whenever I throw back some yak

I hear the talks 'bout the smoke, but you ain't into that

And Me and Tay ride for each other, like the Men in Black

And nigga bigging up he gal, but gang done been in that

And I don't understand why niggas playing with our top

Like every time we come on the beat, our lyrics ain't hot

And I get punchlines for days, like a boxer

She riding with the opposition, kick her out like it was soccer

And he bitch is a head demon 'cause she is a real good topper

Can't pay me to diss my dawgs, it don't matter the offer

And he want to be me so bad, that's my son, where the nursery