Underground

[Intro] (Thanks, Zuko) (Ayo, EliWTF) [Pre-Chorus: Dougie B] Turn up the beat, I just wanna geek I got perkies in me, with the rhythm, I tweak They keep dissin' the Brook, no, I don't wanna beef Free Jo, C-HII, 'til my ooters is free Turn up the beat, I just wanna geek I got perkies in me, with the rhythm, I tweak They keep dissin' the Brook, no, I don't wanna beef Free Jo, C-HII, 'til my ooters is free [Chorus: Dougie B] Tryna do 'em like Dro, I'm a fiend for the beat Me and bro opened doors, now we throwin' the key Tell 'em, "Free 38," take a trip wit' my 3s We want all of the smoke, we ain't coppin' no pleas Got hit, but that shit ain't do shit Got back, no cap, do a hit when we drip Talk facts, DOA, really made niggas lit Still love all my Bloodies and fuck with the Rips [Verse 1: Luisss] Turn up the beat and you know I'ma tweak I'm with tana and Dougie, don't forget the B (Grrah) Nobody bigger than he (Nah) Three chops, move hot while we dumpin' out, V's (Grrah, grrah) Nobody bigger than us (Nah) All black, big body suburban, we dumpin' out trucks (Skrrt, yeah) Ken Carson with the stick, you know I'm clutch (Grrah) Ice Spice with the Glock 'cause you know it's gon' munch (Grrt, bah) What's the word with that? (Huh?) I'm too sturdy for that She not throwin' it back, I'm not goin' for that You know I tote Berettas and poles on my back (Bah, bah) Long live Steve Jobs, you know I tote the MAC (Grrah, grrah, grrah) 917, you know I'm gettin' racks (Racks, racks) Audience with the chop, it's finna clap (Grraow, grrah, grrah, grrah) [Verse 2: KA$HDAMI] Uh, I got the AK in my duffy (Baow, baow, baow) No, I can't fuck on your ho 'cause she ugly Big Brim, only the B is above me I was in school with the G in my cubby (Grrah, bah, bah) EBK, nigga, you know I'm on fuck shit Private or public, you know that I'm clutchin' Oh, he from— shh? Hop out, up it (Fah) These niggas, they do anything for the coverage Oh, that bitch that you lovin', she swallowed my nut You thought you could rob me, you must ride the short bus Workin' the trap, boy, I don't need no shortcut Damn, you said that it's smoke, let me know somethin' Damn, your bitch on my dick, let her blow somethin' Broke-ass nigga, pay up if you owe somethin' Shootin', I'm ballin' like Kobe in '01 Everything dead, I ain't duckin' from no one (Grrah, grrah) [Pre-Chorus: Dougie B] Turn up the beat, I just wanna geek I got perkies in me, with the rhythm, I tweak They keep dissin' the Brook, no, I don't wanna beef Free Jo, C-HII, 'til my ooters is free Turn up the beat, I just wanna geek I got perkies in me, with the rhythm, I tweak They keep dissin' the Brook, no, I don't wanna beef Free Jo, C-HII, 'til my ooters is free [Chorus: Dougie B] Tryna do 'em like Dro, I'm a fiend for the beat Me and bro opened doors, now we throwin' the key Tell 'em, "Free 38," take a trip with my 3s We want all of the smoke, we ain't coppin' no pleas Got hit, but that shit ain't do shit Got back, no cap, do a hit when we drip Talk facts, DOA, really made niggas lit Still love all my Bloodies and fuck with the Rips [Verse 3: midwxst] Yeah, they made 'em go down like the NASDAQ If I'm drivin', then tell my bro, "Grab that" Made that boy disappear like a Snapchat (On gang) How you sayin' you on, but your ass fell off? (Fell off) Ain't shoot shit, nigga, you all talk (You all talk) Applyin' pressure in this shit like gauze (Like guaze) Do 'em like a ticket, scratchin' 'em off (Scratchin' him off) Doin' the dash in the Benz from the cops (Skrrt) My shooters from Chi-town, ready to pop (Pop) Bought me a bottle and fucked on a thot (On a thot) I'm with Luisss and Dougie, they tellin' us, "Drop" (Drop) I stay with them cuddies, boy, do not get shot (Shot) Outside with the gang, know we posted a lot (A lot) Niggas sayin' they slidin', I know that they not (They not) Say he gon' shoot me, nigga, I ain't shot, bitch (Shot) [Verse 4: yvngxchris] Rip and dip, yes, I'm finna slide What whip I bring this bitch in tonight? I put the tip in, dickin' her right I said, "Pull up to the crib," big dick is implied And this ho lookin' nice, I like her spice And I told her, "I'm down to munch on that ice" She said, "When do you wanna fuck?" Bitch, tonight 'Cause 10 AM, hop on that flight Get left if you don't get right Give 'em a left, right hand, bitch, I'm Mike Tyson And that nigga is not my man, couldn't act if I tried I turned off DMs, niggas kept askin' for the price Tryna be my BM and get access to my life Bro, I can't even see them, I'm way too high, huh (I'm way too high) Niggas can't even believe that I'm in the sky, huh (On God) Fuck 'round, see the green up in my eyes, huh (My eyes) Because a nigga fried (I'm fried) Okay, I'm top one, but the jeans is Number (N)ine (Number (N)ine) Bitch, I wanna win, I'm prayin' to Jesus, oh my God No, they cannot see us, niggas blind