Bautista

[Intro]

Ah

[Verse 1]

Ayo, let's hit an island, gave the MAC to the pilot

Steppin' on the coke SBs, Nicky diamonds

You couldn't walk a mile in, put the barrel on his eyelid

You fuck niggas can't rhyme here, no timeshare

The new king of New York, I be your highness (Be your highness)

So many fake niggas, I can't tell the difference

Broad day, bullets back and forth like table tennis (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

My main shooter yayo sniffin'

Hundred thou' on his books, he lost weight in prison

He came home just to lay on niggas (Ah)

They fuckin' with us, how you figure, nigga?

Caught him comin' from the shower, had to rip him

Praise both or it's sacrilegious

Mathematicians, money machines broke

Fiends overdosin' over dishes

Don't owe us or get your mom smoked

Power drive them off the fourth rope, that nigga spine broke (Ah)

Lord learn your lessons

Bulletproof beneath the Heron Preston, airhole TECs (Brr)

Hoppin' out the bushes when you least expect it

[Chorus]

My nigga surfin' on the Wraith, shootin' out the roof

Mister hit his baby moms, bullet hit her coupe (Ah)

Fiend locked up in the bathroom tryna shoot

Nigga fell and hit the sink, knocked out your tooth

[Verse 2]

Ayo, MAC interstellar (Brr), yay storms, I cooked the brick

Lagerfeld umbrella, my bagger got a nasal drip (Ah)

Hazel 6 picked me out the lineup 'cause I had the fish (Skrrt)

Package flip, peace to TF, that nigga active Crip

Got a grip, blew his brains out, now he back to licks (Brr, brr, brr)

Half the shit, pussy, that's why I keep the rubber grip (Ah)

Undercover parker, who could fuck with this? Illustrious

Somebody hand me the plate, you're sniffin' dust and shit

Double pack stuffed with Bics, match the wrap, parker (Match the wrap, parker)

Coupe 300, meet me by the Bal Harbour (Skrrt)

Make sure the work clean, talkin' Pinesol (Talkin' Pinesol)

Rockin' all this Johnny Dang, look like the lights off (Look like the lights off)

Double pack stuffed with Bics, match the wrap, parker (Ah)

Coupe 300, meet me by the Bal Harbour (Skrrt)

Make sure the work clean, talkin' Pinesol (Talkin' Pinesol)

Rockin' all this Johnny Dang, look like the lights off (Look like the lights off)

[Chorus]

Ayo, my nigga surfin' on the Wraith, shootin' out the roof (Brr)

Mister hit his baby moms, bullet hit her coupe (Boom, boom, boom)

Fiend locked up in the bathroom tryna shoot

This nigga fell and hit the sink, knocked out his tooth