Relay

[Chrous] Shit, why they on my dick? (Huh?) These niggas just wanna talk but I ain’t for all the lip (Nah) (Brand new Lloyd Banks!) Nigga go getcha burner and bring out all of ya clips (Uh) Keep my name off ya record you fuck around get diss Quick, gotta move fast, gotta pick up the pace Quarter mil in ya grill nigga pick up ya face (Damn!) Watch ya back on the corner ya legs can get chased Bow down, play your position, or get erased (erased) [Verse 1] Uh I give a bitch thin walls (Walls) Behind benz doors I been raw, my wallet cost more than what’s in yours everyday I’m in stores Married to drama and fire power’s my In-laws ya bitch lost (Street sweepers!) I knock ya brim off (Yeah!) spin off You hear my style in the newest rapper (Uh huh) Master, tell em’ to get in line I’ll chew em’ after (after) Lam’s, Bent’s, zoom zoomin’ past ya Aston That’s why you on ya two pumas trackin’ (Ah man!) I’m laughin’ Sick time piece when you see him, ride I make ya eyes like the new BM, wide Never back down one word diesel, pride You got three options run, ride, or hide I never crossed over (Nah) they all Allen Ive’ (Uh huh) I test horsepower forty cal inside (Yeah!) And the fuck island ride I’m stayin’ sharp while the violence rise Somewhere on the fuckin’ moon talent wise [Chrous] Shit, why they on my dick? (Huh) These niggas just wanna talk but I ain’t for all the lip (Nah) Nigga go getcha burner and bring out all of ya clips Keep my name off ya record you fuck around get diss Quick, gotta move fast, gotta pick up the pace Quarter mil in ya grill nigga pick up ya face Watch ya back on the corner ya legs can get chased Bow down, play your position, or get erased (erased) [Verse 2] I take it to heights i got these niggas by a cliff (Cliff) Consider that when you put together ya list (Uh) Set my mind on runnin’ the street mission accomplished (Uh huh) I’m both hands in the pot (Yeah) Dickin’ a blonde bitch (Woo!) I’m pimpin’ no nonsense not the typical conscious Play the first workout, I’ve been liftin’ the bar since 'Rack Obama car tints and my city is suspense (Yeah) Where everybody tense strong legs longer fence Don’t come at me too forward, I’m packin’ Waves’ll make go backwards, Mike Jack em’ very very dark demeanor Bright platinum crispy, clean, dirty money all night stackin’ what’s happenin’? Two middle fingers to ya captain go ask em’ what the money do someone’ll snatch em’ rashin’ ‘Cause you niggas ate gon’ eat too much So anybody you see throwin’ money up gon’ be with us [Chrous] Shit, why they on my dick? (Huh) These niggas just wanna talk but I ain’t for all the lip (Nah) Nigga go getcha burner and bring out all of ya clips (Yeah) Keep my name off ya record you fuck around get diss Quick, gotta move fast, gotta pick up the pace Quarter mil in ya grill nigga pick up ya face Watch ya back on the corner ya legs can get chased Bow down, play your position, or get erased (erased)