Wild Oats

[Verse 1]

Let the sawed-off rip, tore off your hip

We draw the 5th, we don't forfeit

Talk shit, they find you 'round tortoises and crawfish

Your bitch up in the morgue all stiff

Pardon my awkwardness, the pump long as shit, ooh

Life's like a jungle, not a jungle gym

Played with guns, we once was kids

Now the Benz white like rice from Uncle Ben's

Peep the layout, used to bring the cane down on the greyhound

Hoes would play me, now my Bally kicks is made of baby cow

Don’t make me pull Stacy’s out

My heat will never push the safety down, it’s all gravy, pal

You know how we play

We pimp the bitches into the grave or to the crazy house

I’m made, it ain’t just a-ok to take me out

The hitter had to be sanctioned by Gabriel

I have angels around, wear chains with nasal on the kitchen table

The 4 limb sable was maple brown

The cape hang down, for you to relate, it may take a while

Y'all some real live victims, niggas is straight jive turkey

With all the fixes, you get burned and then we murk in sixes

[Break]

Fuck niggas

Ayo, the nigga, there he go right there

Pull over, pull over, pull over

Y'all already know, nigga

Just pull close

[Verse 2]

We CEOs beat your feet, ho, 5 Gs spent on my peacoat, my bitches deepthroat

My speech is dope, just a needle poke could be considered to be a lethal dose

I do you something medieval and gross

I just flow the people spoke, my toast sound like the Migos

My pistol like it's Clicquot, my Rollie pin gold

Fingerbones with stones, my cologne alone 800 bones

I don't need to say nothing to hoes, looking self-absorbed in the Porsche

Fire lines, they thought I wrote these songs with a welding torch

I'm back in my bag of tricks, I'm back to scratch the itch

You haven't had a fix 'til you had this, got 'em leaning off the talk

My tall thing like Lena Horne in just leotard

Feels good to be in charge, push European cars just because

Give you the blues, blood, but you not cuz, we true blue bloods, bruh

Ruined my lungs, I smoke so much they thought I grew bud

I'm ghetto like my name Junebug

I was thuggin' when it wasn't cool to move drugs

Fool, I used to think school was for chumps

Now I'm in Bermuda by the pool with the trunks

Books by the bunch, just to think I was a crook once