[Verse: Apostle]
You want it then I got it
You talk it, I walk it
You want a f**ing problem, we can solve it
Ay, you ain't really 'bout it but you want it
And I really got it, you can't touch this
Whipping up this work, I got a strap up by my belt
If you got a f**ing problem, let it out
Or else I'll walk up on your block and put you out
I'll put a clip up in your chest ain't no one in your clique can help
[Verse 2: illi]
k** these rappers off, put them in a coffin
Like my brain cells die from Mary Jane endorphins
Yeah the sh** I spit is crack and you n***as boring
One mixtape, call it f**ing world touring (yup, wow)
And when you hit your b**h, you make it rain, and when I f** your b**h the p**y pouring
One mixtape world touring
So you say the sh** you spitting crack, right?
Pull out the crack pipe, gave the bull a taste of that trap life
k** a n***a then I dip off to my f**ing past life
This is past tight
Breaking all these rocks down you can call that sh** the guided light, and thats life
And my n***as get wavy, my n***as money is always gon' be right
We just some n***as juggin', don't give a f** about nothin' Always on the grind 'cause that's the motherf**in' way of life
[Verse 3: Apostle]
Ay, get the f** up out my face (can't breathe)
Ay, b**h, ain't no one said that you could say my name
You know that I'm rockin'
You know that we brought them Glocks
Get wet up, they always stay co*ked, b**h
You ain't really with the sh**s so he talk like it
Why you always want to act shocked when I pull up?
I pull up with that whole Yoppa'
Let that hoe pop off
Get your whole block knocked off
I don't give no f**s 'bout you
If you say my name then you gon' get Glocks too
I do not care, I'll pull up with that whole Yoppa'
Let one of 'em pop off
Let 'em say something wrong
Get they whole top knocked off
[Verse 4: illi]
I said, b**h get the f** out my face (bye)
Ay, b**h, didn't I tell you that I need my space
f** out this place, before your body floating in outer space
b**h you disgrace, whoa (lets get it, oh sh**)
Get this work and then we flip it, like a light switch b**h
We get this work and then we flip it - We juggin' - like a light switch b**h
n***a I'm getting it, stacking that paper to that ceiling
n***as got choppers hidden in closest
Deposits, out of that bank b**h, millions of dollars
And your b**h is gon' pop it, all on my dick my n***a she got it
And them Chanel bags, n***a she rocking
n***a no one is topping this