3.D.M.

Dillinger, ****

I'ma beat on my chest, dare you to take what you see on my neck (Ah)

I'm here today and gone tomorrow, I bleed and forget (Yeah)

Me and the squad eat with the gods and be with the vets (Ah)

Get in the window, open the door, you see the connects

I'm movin' out (Movin', ****)

Without the furniture, look how I move around

I beat a case and beat a **** face until it's blue and brown (Uh)

Cold case, identify the body when the tooth is found

**** thuggin', used to show me love, but, shit, I'm ruthless now (Fake love, ****)

It's two planks, **** makin' movies when they shoot the pound

Big smokin', I been touchin' weed since it was doo-doo brown

Goin' crazy, **** gettin' paid, this shit is cuckoo now (This my weed, ****)

From the hood, some **** movin' grams, some **** movin' pounds (**** out here gettin' money)

Makin' plays, smokin' on my troubles, ****, paper planes

Addin' money, minus all my haters, **** takeaways (Yeah)

Cheddar cheese, tryna count my pockets, **** take the bait

I got the drop, layin' in your bushes, tryna stay awake, Pro (Oh)

Ayo, pistol grip, pack a pump (Frring)

Slide the clip in the MAC and dump, dump

Clap slap your cap if you act dumb (Brrr)

Servin' an addict a rock, a plastic drum (Take that)

Smack the pastor son, pass the rum, yo (Ah)

Stick my dick in a Catholic nun, she speak in tongues (Take that, bitch)

I'm from the slums, yo

Chasin' paper, go after crumbs

Cigar choppin', exotics to fill my lungs

Snap my fingers and get you faggots done (Get you faggots done, yo)

We ain't from 'Nam, my killers numb, yo (Yeah)

Supply the product, I hit the powder package (Whip), powder by the bundles

Gorilla in the concrete jungle

Tired of fuck **** and bein' humble (Fuck out my face)

West African baby from Cameroon (Damn)

She askin' to sex and hump in a massive room (Oh)

Whip it out, bust a nut on her tits, then I gotta zoom (Take that)

I'll be gone 'til November, be back when the flowers bloom (Skrrt, yeah)

Hand-to-hand contraband, I command a platoon

SK over the shoulder with a clip like a crescent moon, you know the tune

Yeah, yo

Time flies, ask a young old man

All it took was a shot for me to cut both hands

My spot is right across the street from where the sluts don't dance

Gave the landscaper and gram shaver one more chance, uh-huh

Left like a thief in the morning, wolf clothing

Not only is my foot on they necks, I put both in

I got a spot to run, another to cook coke in

The hardhead, came with a whoopin' and took coachin'

Go and get your pops to defend it, my youngins not gonna end it

I met some enemies who got into friendships

The chain tucked, you'll get shot for the pendant

Prayed a lot and repented

Made amends, didn't dodge at the exit

Losin' sleep

I don't parlay or shoot the breeze

I'ma lightly have 'em under the gun, the scrutinies, huh

I don't broadcast what I did, I do my deeds

Mama taught me so, that's all we know, true indeed, yeah