Mad Dukez - Bootleg Bartenders lyrics

[Verse 1: Mad Dukez] Uh huh What it is, what it ain't Cutthroat perimeter, scaring in the paint Quick new deliverer, riding in cogs Shine while I hold growth like a gold vase Me and Fresh Kils add a little more sauce Roaring like the 20's, it's the big dog squad I'mma play the Gatsby tip, Kils Wolfowitz Best product around, we be pushing it We motivated to get it and keep flowin' Late night entrepreneurs, we work for it Outlaws, looking as sharp as switchblades Set it all off and Kils will regulate The boys bloodhounds are sniffing for any trail Clear the whole scene with rigorous detail Barrels in a truck, I move my rhymes well It's approved, Kils and Dukez, we raking it by the pails [Hook] We got it, keepin' it where nobody sees We drop it, floodin' every block of the street We got this, sip it while we rock to the beat Just remember you ain't get this for me but if you want it We got it, keepin' it where nobody sees We drop it, floodin' every block of the street We got this, sip it while we rock to the beat Just remember you ain't get this for me [Verse 2] Orders ain't a problem Gotta be kiddin' now, city-wide fame and the rumors have started dyin' down See my choices are bigger, I'mma try 'em out Walk up in a hangar with money and bet I'm flying out Uh huh, get the news, no paper route No doubt, I gotta be strategic now I'm a little turned up and the product loud And the smell of indiscretion floating in a cloud Stay smart, get it to the buyer: race on Minutes can equate to dollars if it takes long I ain't never lost a penny or escape one Your heart burns with the envy, you should take Tums Uh huh, bootlegging heavy rhyme flow Operator, let the line know: Kils bad, Dukez mad, hulk smash, pronto Competition name dotted up like Toronto [Hook] [Verse 3] Juice by the tap, I know you love that As I'm speeding through the lane, I ain't trying to look back Servicing correct, it's a mode to respect Writing off comp, same way I write checks Books by Dukez, let the reader digest 'Bout k**ing for your dogs - suicide pets Ride through on a fog, on high trip Outer space business, Mad starship Flow like this, hard to bottle it up You obligated to finish any bottle you touch The feeling off a sip is like you slamming the clutch Switching the gears, serving everybody plates of your dust And the timing will come, when your minutes will run Out and finished you're done, but I stay on the one For the heart and the marrow, sharper than the apparel Take a sip of the finest, I'm bartending with barrels (Drink up!) [Hook]