Monster (feat. DeuXe)

We be dem **** dey talk about

We be dem **** they talk about

Stay focused i got on that paper route

If you act dumb we gon chalk you out

When i hop in the booth i can't play around

Ian talkin no tracks but we lay em down

FNB be the gang kno we run the towns

Uhhh

That gangsta life boy you not about

I been in my bag

But ian never gettin in my feelings boy we chasin that kash

Bro shootin all these fucking videos on the road, bro really doing the dash

Got some hittas up in jersey they quick Act Bad, swerve off in a scatt

Disrespecting talkin down on one of my F's you better not lack

They love how im living

2020 on my vision

If you aint gang you can't kick it

We ain't homies keep ya distance, knock em right out his existence

My oota on point he consistent, we ain't leaving any witness

**** talk sauce we got plenty

All these bitches actin friendly

Run it up on all these Benji's

Me and DeuXe in the spot

Santana wit us he gon flock

Rell knock you right out ya socks

Baby girl that's the chop, like percs you get popped

Like a joke you get knocked

Sosa with me he gon rock

Always stay up on yo clock

**** actin like some cops

All these bitches really bops

Boy i been gettin dis money so i cn take care of my daughter while bein a rapper

Her mother she cook she clean she do everything, juss make sure i get her sum diapers

Most ya seen me in person n dnt even notice a **** until he is trappin

Das why i be keepin some Glocks on me

1 for da homies

Da other 1 is juss for da action

Murders n of hunnits of cases, thank god for our **** who made it

I Hope that they patiently waitin

On to da next paperoute

Dis is For all uh da money we was born to be chasin

I got some hittaz that'll do u like doo doo,carribean **** enforcing dat voodoo

Dnt be mad bout the same shit tht u do, kuz **** is quick to turn u into noodles

Two strains combine em

If heat im buyin

Hes soft, im iron

U weak , Im dying

Two seat im flyin

Too geaked im fryin

Dis beach my island

Dis here my college

Trackstars have mileage

Fuck friends they lien

All opps behind em

So tell me watchu gettin into

These bummy **** gettin no loot

Show no proof, we aint worried bout chu

I rock ripped jeans, we don't do no boots

Skraight monclers, we don't do no goose

IsmokeBeatz but they call me DeuXe

Fuckin up these beats n we ina stu

Aye

We be dem **** they talk about

Stay focused i got on that paper route

If you act dumb we gon chalk you out

When i hop in the booth i can't play around

Ian talkin no tracks but we lay em down

FNB be the gang kno we run the towns

Uhhh

That gangsta life boy you not about

I been in my bag

But ian never gettin in my feelings boy we chasin that kash

Bro shootin all these fucking videos on the road, bro really doing the dash

Got some hittas up in jersey they quick Act Bad, swerve off in a scatt

Disrespecting talkin down on one of my F's you better not lack