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[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]

Check

Spray the blidick out the civic

Blow the brim clean off of ya fitted

Grab the mask and lift it so you know I did it

Been pissin' on competition my nigga it's nothing new

Buy a verse and I'll bring a complimentary hearse for you

Fiends thirst for potent work they cook it on a burnt up spoon

Arm full of track marks, the wounds where they insert my tunes

Tune into the frequency off E we eatin' frequently

Freaks ride the meat until they weak with no decency

We need to eat, find out where you holding them pies

We in ya spot, hoodie backwards with two holes for the eyes

That's regular shit we heavy equipped

I blam first blow you out your blouse and knock the percs out your man purse

Fatality, heavyweight rap lost no calories

Spinnin' the crack vial sell it for a thou' rapidly

From where it's foul the OG's crooked and the youth'll pull it

Before I serve it whip the work perfect with a Nutri-Bullet

Felony capers out for paper like black Caesar

Need land overseas on a beach for my leisure

Stylin' on niggas like the league leader

You outcha league I breathe ether

Bite my steez and catch a fuckin' seizure

[Verse 2: Al Divino]

Uh huh, yeauh, yo yo yo yo yo

Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo

Pass off a pack in the lobby

Filthy rich bro I'm six feet in the swore, you Wallahi

Mahogany rim this vintage Carti's, tryna wake up in a Ferrari

Sawed off the nozzle up on the shotty so it can fit in my sleeve

Leave your people grievin' if you try to rob me

Promise you'll, pocket more than an audit though

Product move, obnoxious load

The dog food the color of Mackerel

Fuck I gotta prove pa?

My heart is too par, get throw out the moving car

Acting like a movie star, Super raw

Shoot your whip, Coup De Grace

Pop you off of a 'Zuki more fish than a sushi bar

Power plays for powdered yay

Pile this paper, nasal novelator

You know who we are son

Boot up and bake the pie son

Fetch homie you catch a hot one

X's on ya eyes like cars

FATALITY!