Wayans Bros

[Verse 1: Peso Gordon] Tell ‘em the truth to these niggas that squad Go to the roof I’ma give ‘em the watch [?] and preaching my hair in a bun The city on fire don’t care if it burn Bought me a Glock just to shoot at the cops I take the baddies with me to shop Hecklin' cop try to lie bout a wop Coming’ so rude I could cancel off top I make your boo wanna dance when I drop Lots on my mind I can’t make up my mind Whippin’ artill' with a head on my cock I can’t make up my mind I keep banging my line [Verse 2: Pink Siifu] Low key, in the drop New whip, new Glock I had to get back to spendin’ the lot The bitches gon’ kill you in case you forgot Just hit my hoe, go and catch you a knot All of this weed, all of this crop Fuck 12, all of the cop This is for bitches just me and my niggas We gon’ try get this [?] We skrrt, we slide, jack and jillin’ Ali, Jet Li, new place, with her We skrrt, we spendin’, just me, let’s get it Fuck you, fuck me Fuck it up, fuck it up Hey bro bro with the [?] cut Like [?] I don't care with [?] We'll dodge ya Ave, what do you want Leave me alone, too many blunts Too many sons, too many dead ‘Cause niggas is hoes [?] Know where you at, fuck you at Black on black, that be that Gat Get on dat, get that pack Everybody lyin’, got me bad 2, 1, this that death wish [Outro] You catch a nigga off guard with this shit