Himothy Mcveigh

[Intro] (What up, Antt?) Yeah, let's get it [Verse 1] These niggas been in the way, and I been Himothy Mcveigh D&G on my sweater, told him I'm ten minutes away He been waiting forever, I still got ten people in front of him My line backed up, just caught three more pops off 110 I'm base rock booming when Lauder said we was on the Wyck I had to get focused, now me and bro could piece up on a ho When the golden child of the six 'cause really I was chosen Ain't had to talk niggas to death, I pulled up and I showed them Can't really remember a time we ain't have no motion Been a shooter a long time but lately I been coaching The bag, it don't do no bragging, I don't do no boasting And my trap don't do no tagging, don't do no posting Posted with a thousand tabs, ain't no Ibuprofen Still playing with them 'codones and them mighty morphins Sipping all this drank, fucking up my vital organs This morning woke up to a ninety and a pint of Morgan [Chorus] Can't stand these ol' fugee ass killers And these funny built broke fake bougee ass niggas If it wasn't for the net, wouldn't nobody even know you Really all we wanna know is what's the ticket and the toll? Is you with it? 'Cause I'm mobile, we deliver if it's local But let a nigga try some funny shit and we gon' smoke 'em Call them verified soldiers Some niggas still couldn't see me with a pair of bifocals [Verse 2] I'm still ain't rocking with no rats in no wine basket Been had so many pairs of Ye's, I'm coming Carti contact Smoked so much weed, my little daughter caught a contact Can't sign no paperwork, ain't enough money in the contract Ex did forty on me but it's compact I'll get you fitted for your tux like it's prom night Heard he got hit up eight times, must got nine lives All of this ice on my wrist like a Klondike Glock 45th, been clutching my rod tight 'Cause I done touched more bricks than a construction job site Gear shifting, can't pull up but got a steer pissin' So far in the woods, I caught a deer shitting So ducked off in the hills, dope stuffed all in the wheels Out the window of the cabin so I honey badger Off the work and them pills, we count the money faster Everybody who know me tell me I'm one lucky bastard [Chorus] Can't stand these ol' fugee ass killers And these funny built broke fake bougee ass niggas If it wasn't for the net, wouldn't nobody even know you Really all we wanna know is what's the ticket and the toll? Is you with it? 'Cause I'm mobile, we deliver if it's local But let a nigga try some funny shit and we gon' smoke 'em Call them verified soldiers Some niggas still couldn't see me with a pair of bifocals [Outro] Where we at? Jackson Mafia, what else?