Whitey Bulger

[Intro] I need to talk to Mike Laurey Hello? This is Mike Laurey (Diesel, Diesel) Dubba-AA flexin' New Diesel Alright, I'm ready, I'm ready Woo (Oh), I say, "Murder" (Oh, oh) I say, I say they, yeah They ain't ever fucked with me, yeah Them bitch-ass niggas was playin' games from the jump just like these dog-ass hoes Yeah, you already know how it go (This Is The Sound) [Pre-Chorus] I'm wearin' this new Diesel fit (New Diesel) My murder clothes (In my murder clothes) Throw society to both of my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't HOV Top say, "Y'all go step on shit" (Step on shit) So the case closed I say, "Put that belch on me," I cross five souls [Chorus] Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, with them ice or tall men Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em knowledge) I told my Baba that they cannot fault him (Wallahi) [Verse 1] Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real Slang that Draco and somebody get killed Gravedigger, yeah, they know what it is They gon' send me to that island for real Real nigga, he won't stop if they hate Real hitter shoot that stick at your face Pallbearer, I be raisin' the rate Red Eye, it won't be a fair chase She gon' die for the ride, even though that her life be a risk In that foreign, ain't no stoppin', I up and I'm poppin' A nigga might die in this bitch, might die I know ten, ten, shh, fuck how wild it get Brand new .223, it hold a whole hundred I said, "Herm, pull on side on that bitch" They ain't playin' chess, they be hidin' from hits Tell on me, you gon' die, my friend Like I'm broke, stolo slidin' up in it After doin' a drill, change the firin' pin PTR with no hollows in it (I'ma bring the hearse out) You a gravedigger, you gon' kill 'em after, we gon' bury 'em then Society wanna join, he a snake, kill a man [Pre-Chorus] I'm wearing this new Diesel fit (Uh) My murder clothes Throw society up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't HOV Top say, "Y'all go step on shit" So the case closed I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls" [Chorus] Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em knowledge) I told my Baba that they cannot fault him [Verse 2] Feelin' like they ain't fuckin' with me Mad mane leavin' blood in the streets Dawg, mane, came only for green Pray it up, we gon' pray 'fore we feast At the club, searchin' 'round for one chain Uppin' one click, more than one it might be We ain't here to party, we just scopin' the scene Talkin' soon as it end, one gon' die 'fore they leave About playin' with me I got my fire, fuck H.P.D. I'm in that eye, I'ma shake the scene I'm in that Nawf, right where you not Where you think I ain't nothin', I probably sleep Runnin' circles around everything, plan on catchin' me Still got no time for anomalies Steady pickin' out shit, who was sayin' they gon' step on me After the fact, they can't even breathe [Break] Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh [Chorus] Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em knowledge) I told my baba that they cannot fault him [Outro] Oh, oh, oh, oh (This Is The Sound) Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Yeah, I say, "Off 'em"