Serious

[Verse 1: ZelooperZ]

Relocate, duplicate, multiply, now they owe me one

I cut these niggas' thumbs off, re sold they nubs

Get to ass clappin' like a loaded gun

She blew her brains out, now it got him startin' the song

She like the sand and the sun, tan marks and thong

I make her beg on her knees, she learned right from wrong

I ain't wanna turn the windshield wipers on

But the pain went through, helped me write the song

[Verse 2: Quadie Diesel]

Boxin' in amero, I get shadows in my chest

I came up off nothin' left, I pick my brain, I found the best

I know the greens was hard to press, I God I mean and caught my breath and copped a thousand

Then a thousand, 'nother thousand

Five thousand

And then my man had did some snake shit, boy, I really respect it

I would've gave it to you, you just had to give me a second

But I forgive for the record, you know I give 'til I'm nothin'

These days I'm feelin' more selfish so I be givin' out

Vibes that I don't feel

Give a fuck about who will kill, won't kill

Still gettin' drunk still

Still do it for the niggas who pump pills and love drills

Still for niggas who gettin' money with tough skills

Cheesin' like bust grills

[Verse 3: ZelooperZ]

It's 2:30 at the bus stop but the sun out

He hung out for the cash route, instilled in him young boys

Talkin' like he got his lungs out

The pie wasn't good and that bitch gettin' shut down

You ain't got no weed, hit the popo, tell you stomp it out

Pull inside the crib, I'm in the front yard on my bed like trapper lean

Pull out drugs forget and then to me

[?] fuck up all degrees

[Verse 4: Quadie Diesel]

Say he wanna smoke, I got more fiend and I got dope

That's two different dopers, [?], no coke, you lost, dumb nigga had woke

Every time I spoke, I don't talk broke, I'ma keep comin' back like a Facebook post

[?] out, nigga, I ain't never needed Scope

[?], AR with the scope

Politic right now, AR with the scope

So you niggas can't feel me 'cause your arms like a ghost

Bust down out of town, most y'all to the moon

Don't [?] fettucine parmesan with the toast

[Verse 5: ZelooperZ]

I've been poppin' for second, your money money my messy ho

That's [?], go grab some haters and let it blow

I see some fiends hittin' needious, I store pain, it's immediate

Hell serious, play serious