TLC

[Intro: Action Bronson]

It's me

See when you have this type of hair on your head man

(I got prefect symetry)

You get treated a certain type of way

Pull up on the 37 foot boat

Tan all year

I hop out like I ain't shit

Three fifth flannel on, summertime

Straight up motherfucker

Yeah, you ain't shit

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Dump Dump, Impalas jump, you get polished up

Lines get drawn in the powder

This shit look like new england clam chowder

The Uzi singing from the tower

Stoned singing in the shower

My phone rings one thousand times an hour

Shit, I used to pitch a hundred miles an hour

Candy Maldonado

Candy Eldorado

Asics with the purple toe

I met a bitch today who said my name is Serpico

I own shit, no carnote

Convos with Carlos

Hundred thousand on the Cardinals

Ain't a motherfucking cold to bring the quill to bring the heating pad

You Gotta understand you're dealing with some heathen, jack...

[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]

Our sward the virgin

Suburban she do the dirt, do the dirt

I served the earth in the surface

I’ll put your brain where that curb is

No bricks, no chips, then your friend gonna lose service

The word is to turn up, too turnt for them turbans, get curtains

Lights out

Better trap when the mice out

Cut throat when that price out, what's your life 'bout?

And nobody say, forty cal body ache

Flat line to get the shit bag, take a potty break

Better lock the gate for your mommy's sake

Fuck boy, pick and roll, gun and dish

But you know you ain’t running shit, but you're good with the lead, word

Til the Tec squirt, expect dirt

Lions, tigers, bears oh my

Who let the zoo loose?

The 4 4 the .. before

Click clack, bang bang

Who you?

But we can line it up, huh

Pop the chunk, drop 'em in the trunk

Ridin' around my city dog I'm Big Poppa Pump, motherfucker

[Interlude]

You already know what time it is, slime

Go get your mouth hit with a can a beer and all that y'heard

Stone cold shit,  my G

Hannn

[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]

Spittin' and rippin'

You niggas inferior

I came from the game like I'm price on the mic

But I’m nicer than Mike, Jackson or Jordan

Flow so sick like aroma from a corpse

It's Aston Matthews

Got a shovel and gash you

Face covered in ashes, flames covered in acid

What a lonely bastard

I’m a lonely bastard but I know some magic

And how to make some grams flip

Nigga is a loan

Head with the 45th flight

In the dirt in the earth, 6 feet away

Smoke more green, more murder

Psychologic. death is certain

Democracy never stopping

We feelin’ like 'Pac all honesty

Blood-line's strictly poverty

Zombie niggas should honor thee

[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]

Mind games are my games

I rearrange your mind frame

My mind chain, flow insane, smoke chem strains

I'm Cobain and gold fangs

Guns go bang

Weed so loud

My ears ring

Stay around wax like earbuds

And I'm high dog, Air Bud (woof)

There goes the sound of the K

9 in your face

Get shot, broad day

Latex gloves

Fuck forensics

Straight headshots

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That murder game, them car chases

We rev up, no DMC

Them cutthroats, dead niggas

Strapped up in that GMC, holla

[Outro: A$AP Bari and A$AP Yams]

What's brackin, nigga?

A$ton Matthews is brackin, nigga

What's brackin’ nigga, cutthroat what's brackin, nigga

A$AP what's brackin, nigga

Stone cold stuntin on one of you niggas

You and your bitch, nigga

If you think I’m talking to you, yeah I’m talking to you nigga

This a'int no diss song, nigga

Step your brackets up, nigga

Niggas out there drinking  Qualitest

Hi-Techin ass niggas

You niggas is two lies away from giving me a fucking headache

You motherfuckers be pouring up a one and a two liter

That's not a three liter, nigga

Lamborghinis fucking pouring out ashes on you niggas

Burning cigarettes on niggas' foreheads

We gon' body in every state, nigga

Respect the movement, nigga

Get your cutthroat, nigga

Yeaah I'm standing at a 45 degree angle at all times

Study your lessons, bitch

Stop eating that pork, too

Y'heard