Blow

I was in the bing tryna get them trees sent to Juma Now I'm in the breeze tryna get them things sent from Cuba I'll prolly lift the ruger, spin your block, hit your crew up Niggas gon' snitch to jurors, rats gon' hand pick the shooters I'll have you going to another wake, or your Homies wiping tears off your mother face I need a block worth a hundred K Or a spot where the money straight so I can do one a day I treat this rap shit like the perfect lick My Griselda deal worth a brick Pistol on him cause he can't work the stick The streets made us merciless There's no turning back once you insert the clip It's rich or broke, freedom or jail My man's shit asleep and eat in a cell We let off biscuits and ballistics come clean up the shells We made choices and had to pay lawyers to even the scale True story, you know the pot was glass, knots of cash Took 20 bands to the jeweler, and my watch was half I make the moves and she count the cash You heard? It's only right I got the shoes and she got the bag They want a feature, or they came to buy dope off us This where they come and get they stamp, we like the post office It ain't no gas in the trap, and it ain't no carpet So we use the microwave to cook, and run cold water I only kick it how the hustlers talk And got receipts for shit a hustler bought Me? I really had a brick inside a muscle car We both got money, only difference is it's blood or nah All my niggas know is street shit I have my hood blow down the precinct And these guns ain't for show Hitters with me everywhere I go I'll blow you down, I'll blow you down I'll blow you down, I'll blow you down You niggas stupid, my pistol's enormous My shells could fit on a tortoise You brought a nickel to the Forbes list I'm picking up the harvest Talk weed, I lift up a forest Talking in codes, my keys come with a thesaurus The locket explodes, I squeeze what fit in the cartridge Your broad getting low on her knees so she licking the car for it My slippers is glistening ostrich nigga My chinchillas, gorilla, and shark skin nigga Hennessy straight, I drink dark skin nigga I put bunk beds in the grave and make coffins nigga My offense nigga Shake the dice and let a dollar fall nigga Chop a brick of white into a cotton ball nigga Dirty Sprite and some Tylenol nigga I'll tea bag your bitch like I'm spiking a volleyball nigga You trust your life with your bodyguards nigga My infrared lights full of body parts nigga When I snipe then karate starts, step back nigga Gold chains over the chest tats I step out of the booth smelling like ex-lax Death match, don't get this coke residue on your dress slacks It's hard to breathe with your chest cracked Neck snap, fake gold chains making your neck scratch This is New York, New York Like a Yankee verse Mets match The doctor tryna make different parts of your flesh match I just trap, F tax The TECs blast Anybody could get it, text blast All my niggas know is street shit My nigga Benny burning down the precinct Gang