Pre (feat. SK La' Flare)

Baby girl, what you want to do?

Hop in this 'Cedes girl

She like where we going to

A new life, new world

Pop that molly, we hard-body

Glocks hot as Kemosabe

He said that he wanted beef

So we fed him hollows and got it popping

Fear and ego is the enemy

You ain't got to pretend with me.

I need the wool, I'mma skin the sheep

And take the bull, skin it to the meat

You full of shit, we in too deep

I do this, she knew the deet

Like two feet, Flare two time

She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee

Brought you in, I'll take you out

Ball like Tim then I weighed it out

It's no work, we sling through droughts

The life of me, I'm just hanging out

Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch

I don't wanna see your ass laying down

Pop that pussy, twerk some

Cause most of these bitches work for nothing

Paid your dues, while you're Paid In Full

I can't wait to win, you wait to lose

Your mind of a failure, hate rules

When you settle for what you hate to do

I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras

Extended clips shoot through your necklace

Leave you breathless, that tec is restless

Cause All My Children need the best, bitch

I need that Rothschild money, the top is sunny

I seen the light, and you blocked it from me

But I found my way to the top, I'm coming

Cause I smack that bass like a rockstar drummer

I'm a problem to niggas

Pop artillery, the carbonates with him

Starving to hit 'em, spar with a nigga

Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all in a minute

It's the ticket-dodging aristocrat

New bitch, whip with the system slaps

Mister slide in and skimp the sack

Nigga hit the function with a pick and ax

My nigga miss me with the bullshit

Right here, right ear got a Pesto blunt

Why that shit got a young nigga Velcro stuck

Why your bitch go down when the cess go up

Hard as arm services, y'all might have heard of him

Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up

Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers

Not with the grain and these bitch niggas' wishes

Dealt with addiction, fell for the bitch with the

Pale butter skin who just packed up and dipped

In the land of the rent-less, stand with my chips

In a stack and a grin, fuck 'em