DODGECARAVAN

[Intro: Estee Nack] “We’re at the tabernacle in the wilderness” Ad-lib, oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yo yo yeah ay yo (Let me—yeah, let me get the mothafuckin’ adlibs, son! Whoa!) Ay yeah yeah yeah ay yeah Ay yo yo yo ay yo Shabbo! N***** know! [Verse 1: Estee Nack] Fuck with his papers, he might crease [?] white Jeep, the shit n***** be writin’ deep, hide and seek (Boo) Sniper scope vision, the border rifle peekin’ at n***** Buildin’ and reachin’ while you sleepin’ Finders keepers (That’s mine) That’s an ass whoopin’ of some other typе of [?] Always the bad breath n***** that really likе this custom shit about nothin’ (Don’t give a fuck) I don’t really give a fuck about all your light production- fight corruption (Uh huh) Book of Nackie Chan Nack Mandela carry the black gat from Pakistan, son (Bah bah bah bah) Sippin’ a black and tan, wrappin’ grams (Trap) Yo, I’m half amazing, n***** actin’ like half a man (Pussy) MAC-10 out the side of the Dodge Caravan Battle plan, messages run on a higher databand (Doot doot doot doot doot doot) I tried to squash the drama with hat in hand (Toma!) N***** turn on their momma just tryna gather sand (Damn) [Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Estee Nack] I dare you to come against me (Shit is crazy, son) I dare you to sell me a ki I change whole lives with this wrist Slept over, spent all night with these bricks I dare you, n****, I dare you [Verse 2: Stove God Cooks] I ain’t doin’ interviews no more (Hahaha) I’m too raw, shimmy shimmy ya (Shimmy shimmy ya) Feds heard my album, (Shimmy ya) now they’re diggin’ up the yard (Shimmy ya) Got my momma callin’, she like “I thought them days was gone” I’m like “me too,” but if this don’t work you know I used to walk big dog down the block- That St. Bernard Shoveled snow and made it hard I’m God (I’m God!) Busta lit the candle, (He did) Roc cracked the door (He did) Gunn put me on, now he start turnin’ into Don (Woo!) Nah, he really got me lit, though (Hahaha) Griselda is the Army, better yet Marines (Brrr, bah bah bah) I went Alicia with the keys/ki’s (Stove) Scorpion- the team (Woo) You know, we listened to your album, that shit was “Zzzzzzz, zzzzz, zzz” (Hahaha) We be them boys, W E B, the boys, mixed with Chapo Man, I’m [?] See, I turnt these letters into numbers I was cookin’ ’til the pot broke You n***** not Stove (No) Like, not close (No) Like, like, hold on Nack (Hahaha) I wake up, talk to God and text my daughter (What’s up, baby?) Brush my teeth with champagne, thinkin’ I hope it got through the border He said it looked good in the plastic, I’m like “it oughta” (For real) But you end up whippin’ gremlins, that shit get real different in the water (Haha) Yeah, I like that, keep goin’ [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] I dare you to come against me I dare you to sell me a ki I change whole lives with this wrist Slept over, spent all night with these bricks (Hahaha) I dare you, n****, I dare you