Sicarios

[Intro: Flee Lord] Brr, boom, boom, boom Machine, what's good? Lord, Lord! [Verse 1: Flee Lord] Feast your eyes on the awesome and the real (Real) Puck hit him on the side, he got tossed in the ear (Brr) Fleeigo Delgado, this is gladiator school (Gladiator school) Hot pipe, in my hand, this a radiator tube (Boom) Them shenanigans you play, now them hammers finna spray Had him lackin' in the lobby, but his moms got in the way (Get the fuck out the way) Drummin' with some iron sticks, coke dryin', fryin' fish (Whip) Jungle Lord, got gorilla lungs and a lion wrist (And a lion wrist) Pots burnin', kids playin', block earnin', shit sprayin' (Brr) Took it on consignment, knocked it off on his fifth payment (On his fifth payment) Loaf of Fred Fresh leave your sofa bed stretched How you told the bros, "No", went and told the feds, "Yes"? (Pussy) I told Con, "Relax, I'ma hold down the MAC" (I got you, Lord) I'm in the slums with the goons, where they flippin' hella packs (Lord, brr, yup) I'm in the slums with the goons, where they flippin' hella packs, uh (What you need, auntie?) [Chorus: Flee Lord] Bars like central booking, Flee and Con, know we cookin' (Whip) Nosy motherfucker, catch a leg wound just for lookin' (Ah) Gettin' to the mozzarella, ricotta plus a lot of cheddar Went from G's to the M's, bro, we runnin' out of letters, Lord (We went from what? Huh?) We went from thousands to millions, nigga (Fuck out of here, brr, boom, boom, boom) [Interlude: Conway the Machine] Hahahaha, you niggas still broke, nigga (Hahaha) Look, who want smoke, pussy? [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] My doctor was mad that I wouldn't let him operate (Get off me) I bounced back, I just make more money than my doctor make (Hah) Violate and you gettin' a surgeon and a doctor date (Uh huh) Sound like a helicopter landin', all that noise my chopper make (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Ask if it's a problem, they won't answer me back (What you heard, nigga?) I'm court side in Portland, Carmelo Anthony back (Hahahaha) Really just came to see my plug, I go hand him the sack I'm smilin' like Anderson .Paak when he hand me the packs, yeah (Gracias, amigo) [Interlude: Conway the Machine] Hold on, let me hit this weed, nigga Yeah, I got it [Verse 3: Conway the Machine] Gray spaceship, hop out, Fieg ASICS (Talk to 'em!) Told Flee, "You gon' be rich, you just gotta stay patient" (You gon' be rich, nigga!) My bitch lookin' like a young Sanaa Lathan Sittin' ringside watchin' Tank Davis, Johnny Dang chain bracelet (Hah) Pussy niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin', and they can't take it (They mad) 'Bout to drop my album and the impact gon' shake pavement (Cap) If it's smoke, four goons pull up with K's wavin' (Brr) A lot of bullets thrown like when Brady played Peyton Yeah, rockin' designer to my drawers Niggas slidin' to the mall, but they ain't findin' this Dior, nigga (Hahahaha) We was in the trenches sellin' China by the store Window-watcher in the trap, MAK-90 by the door (Talk to 'em!) In Houston, ridin' down Westheimer, in the car That cost more than what you signed for, admire from afar 'Cause if a nigga run up on me, I'm firin' this rod Chopper set you fuck niggas on fire, I'm the God, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) [Chorus: Flee Lord] Bars like central booking, Flee and Con, know we cookin' (Whip) Nosy motherfucker, catch a leg wound just for lookin' (Ah) Gettin' to the mozzarella, ricotta plus a lot of cheddar Went from G's to the M's, bro, we runnin' out of letters, Lord (We went from what? Huh?) We went from thousands to millions, nigga (Fuck out of here, brr, boom, boom, boom) [Outro] Griselda