DEA

[Intro]

(Alex, run that shit back)

(Juvy Catcher 'bout a check)

[Chorus]

All the moves I make is necessary

Ayy, fuck my opps ’cause they very scary

We stepping on whoever talking, I can get him buried

You know the kid important, I had to get the windows tinted

Eighty K for the veneers so I had to call the dentist

I feel like John Gotti, super tied, see, I'm a mob boss

One thing you know, you live to die

I got my back against the wall, I feel boxed in

My enemies very close, they looking like my friends

[Verse 1]

Ayy, round table, it's a confеrence code

Ayy, co told mе to chill, I ain’t gotta make the call

Slime told me level up, he want me to keep the ball

I keep that glizzy close

The safe is getting real stuffed and plus I'm adding more

I know these bitches thought that I wouldn't make it, but face it

Couldn't believe a thousand dollars make a bad bitch get naked, SMH

I can't believe this what it really take

I'm getting full off of this money after I say my grace

I put my bitch at the top floor

She 'bout to be glad that I like her, but she'll hit the door

I came home and shot passed a lot of niggas to the top

You full washed up, matter fact, grab the mop

[Chorus]

All the moves I make is necessary

Ayy, fuck my opps ’cause they very scary

We stepping on whoever talking, I can get him buried

You know the kid important, I had to get the windows tinted

Eighty K for the veneers so I had to call the dentist

I feel like John Gotti, super tied, see, I’m a mob boss

One thing you know, you live to die

I got my back against the wall, I feel boxed in

My enemies very close, they looking like my friends

[Verse 2]

I heard no face ain't a case, that shit ain’t really safe

I got booked for what he said, you can't tell me that shit ain't gay

I still held it down, nigga, and didn't tell a soul

See, I can’t talk about my case 'cause it ain't closed

See, they just waiting on a slip-up

On God, I won't flip up

Jumped out on appeal, slime had to put the chips up

Came home to some red bottoms, bitch, you tweaking

This Trackhawk got a super charge, bitch, I'm geeking

By any means necessary, no Malcolm X

Walked to the jet from the 'ject, long live Jett

This money make anything impossible

She playing a good role, this bitch deserve an Oscar

Where the fucking pasta?

[Chorus]

All the moves I make is necessary

Ayy, fuck my opps 'cause they very scary

We stepping on whoever talking, I can get him buried

You know the kid important, I had to get the windows tinted

Eighty K for the veneers so I had to call the dentist

I feel like John Gotti, super tied, see, I'm a mob boss

One thing you know, you live to die

I got my back against the wall, I feel boxed in

My enemies very close, they looking like my friends