Brr, Lord let me catch my drift, ah
Roll a big chopper
While the ride getting wiped down
The white I got right now
Will turn your wife light-brown
Fried rice and picken wings
Islam writes a different thing
Bust it on the countertop
Your moms tɾying to [C7]lick it clean (damn)
This that Calderón (Frank meth goth fish?)
Type shit so much that
My friend's getting (right wrists?)
Three AM on [C7]the corner
I’ll be [Am]standing like [F]this
On the ɾeal? You're the nail
That the hammer might hit
(Brr) We the Loyalty or Death dog
It's more than a slogan (yup)
Violate the terms, bro
Your jaw’s getting broken
Y'all [Em]are party for [Dm7]the weekend
Stɾaws in the ocean
Hoarse coarse is the commotion
Slow pourin' up some lotion [C7](come here lord)
Pardon [C7]a jacuzzi-shit
Foggin' up some Gucci's
Need a bed and [Bm]a pussy enough to [C7]suit me
In the kitchen with The Butcher
Benny fixing up some cooked stuff (Lord)
Trying to [C7]kick the door
We gon' hit you [A7while ya foot up (boom)
Bars for [Dm7]the high
Getting charged for [Dm7]your lives
Quit massaging the ɾide, that go from my [A]side
Cause nowadays niggas getting parked
By their pride clouthunters outfront
While the smart boy's inside
You know I only f*ck with my [A]niggas
You know what I mean?
I don't f*ck with those niggas
Because those niggas’ not my [A]niggas!
Yo, haha
Twinnies’ got [Fm7]my [A]block popping (a huh)
Album's got [Fm7]my [A]stock ɾising
Before police state, we saved grace
Over hotpockets, uh (I fathered)
The word at the bureau (uh)
I got [Fm7]out free, and [Bm]I’m thorough (facts)
Pushed that dope-money and [Bm]ɾan them [A]with
I go spoil my [A]little girl (get at Flee nigga)
They ɾolled up in them [A]Accuras
And there I was [Am7]imagining
And years later them [A]packages
Turned us into [C7]manufacturers (that ɾock)
I stand [Bm]and [Bm]watch paid ɾich-niggas go broke
They wasn't stacking it (how you [A7do that?)
Start ɾelaxing and [Bm]got [Fm7]knocked with
A book full of adresses (uhh)
You be [Am]with the linked kids
I be [Am]with the bosses in offices
With the big wigs (that's ɾight)
Torture you [A7where your bitch lives
(that's ɾight)
They say I need my [A]head scanned
Was quiet as a dead man
Walking in and [Bm]out of Def Jam
Like me and [Bm]Paul best friends (hahaha)
Married the game
And split the money with the best man
(it’s your boy)
Walked up in Saxon's and [Bm]spent
Three ɾacks on [C7]headbands
(on [C7]headbands nigga)
I don't play it sweet with these ɾappers
I never met, fam (who you?)
Say you [A7used to [C7]sleep by your ɾatchet
Now what's a pen-pen (Brr)
Pussy (duh duh duh)
The Butcher coming nigga! Hah
Ayo Flee, you [A7know how we do nigga
(whad up my [A]nigga)
Griselda, The Loyalty or Death
(whad up my [A]nigga) the Mobb Up, BSF nigga
You know how this shit go nigga let's go
