KAITO THE WEAPON

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Holler out your city if you ride for it Let 'em know why you'd die for it Same reason all these riders get high, so it's— All medicinal—now what you wan' buy, homie? Bye, bitch (Bye, bitch), mob shit (Mob shit) Boss talk (Boss talk), game rich (Game rich) Name game (Name game), gang signs (Gang signs) Work on the phone—call it "baseline" Yup, line dance like a hoedown Pimps up, daytime, whole block a ghost town Ghost ride, Ghostface, G's get ghost in a moment Pour a little for the ghost of the dead homie Deadpan voice singing Tin Pan Allеy songs Panhandling in front of tourists with they cameraphones Gеt it how you live Or live 'til you get it—get it in [Chorus: Daveed Diggs and Cocc Pistol Cree] When the stash low and it's no cash (Get it in) And you riding, no L's, no tags (Get it)-- L's, no tags (Get it)-- Get--work, make--work work (Go) Get that work, --that work work (Go) Get--work, make--work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Cocc Pistol, ugh) [Verse 2: Cocc Pistol Cree] See, I get it, I whip it, I flip it, I pocket the profit (Uh-huh) Don't know when to stop it; they calling me "Griselda, the Harlot" My Blahniks erotic, I can't walk, the heel is enormous The arm in the armrest (Click-clack), these dames is dormant, ugh I came up from boosting my garments Switching my handbags how I switch up my polish (Never catch me in the same blouse) Unless I'm running to Target (Never catch me in a large crowd) 'Less I'm the life of the party, ugh I been hitting from September to August Ahead of my time, like lil' old ladies in bonnets All I need is a sickle—I'ma reap me a harvest The hardest thing I had to do was to make the world promise, ugh I been counting money since elementary It's why these broke boys ain't getting into me And when the stash low and it ain't no cashflow— Shit, I go to work—move it by the boatload [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work— [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Stop! Red lights in the distance (*Woop-woop!*) You never been to that district they reference Trunk full of hashish and mesc'line Your mind is a mess, and this bitch is undressing you (A.) Mash on the throttle like a G Put a bottle to your teeth, say "Fuck it"—you a free man (B.) Pull over to the side of the street (*Woop!*) Keep your hand on the shotty sitting up under the seat, or— (C.) Let the cop pull you over, say something slick On some JAY-Z, "99 Problems"-type shit (D.) All of the above in your head But it really doesn't matter, 'cause you already dead [Outro]