Mariah Carey (feat. Teeway)

How you still shot two-twos and tell girls that you're moving boxes of food?

Free my **** that are locked in a room

You ain't been no block with the broom

I'm on the O-P-P block, shots and a Q

I was broke, nobody tried buss me a Q

I put faith in my trap, no trust into you

Put faith in myself, no trust into them

Took a L, but when I'm off tag, fuckeries again

Uncle said he quit smoking, he a junkie again

Now he can't touch my food, he'll probably suck me again

I know a 'Gram girl, Chanel shoes, she'll fuck me for them

Out of ten, she a eight, but I love me a ten

Know a street nig, he don't really care about Ps

When he catches a M, richest **** on the streets

Ain't counted a ten, why you chilling with the fiends?

Why you bagging up white? Why you sitting 'round, B?

Put in work or make bread if you're sitting 'round me

Couple killers 'round me, if I'm lying I'm dying

I wake up in the a.m., send a text to my buyers

I push crack stones to crack fiends, God loves a trier

I'll drop **** out if I hear they're doing Mariah

Carey, I don't care, we got guns with bine in

And she knows what it is when the seats are reclining

Hood chicks wanna know if I got beef with the 9ers, no

Started from the bottom, but the top's where I'm trying to go

My youngin always talking 'bout ****, dying to go

The only time that you press smoke, when you're ironing clothes

I buy my own guns, that's why I'm not minding my tone

She wanna throw it back because

Said I'm too toxic, she wanna detox

I still make pussy **** dust, no re-rock

No condom, I bet Crash still make the ting beat off

I cut through there all the time, I don't see opps

AP boogers so big, impossible to miss

Used to re-up on a zed, that's the cost of my kicks

Used to re-up on a fours, that's the cost for the stick

Times change, now my left wrist cost me a brick

Gun jakes behind, got a Glock in the whip

Whoa, shotty cost a Chrome Hearts jumper

Pulling on her tracks when I'm hitting on the bumper

Mummy say, "You're done for!"

Trident at the front door

Grew up with a lot of pussies, now I got a handful

Cock it back, flung four, Astaghfirullah, I dump more

I kick them **** out the ride if I see they're unsure

And now we're all five slangin', had his whole life hangin'

Why they tryna take away all the shit that man's plannin'

Come up in the trap, slangin', auntie say, "You're gangbangin'"

And I ain't in OT, but I got old cats slangin'

Broke down, started banging

They ain't bangin', though, they're lyin'

The civilians cryin'

**** on the floor dyin'

Waiting while the crack dryin', we been tryna bun fry 'em

Police aiming hammers at me, don't shoot, I'm compliant

Uptown we ain't lackin', bae knows this shit brackin'

In the woods with bruvva M, man this shit wap's jammin'

Twenty junk heads smackin', ****, you don't know trappin'

Half a brick, going Hatton, label meetings, no backin'

He got soaked in his hat

A thousand stones for the MAC cah we don't back off

Doing quick booms for them cats

All that mainroad bangin'

Put the zones on the map

I seen him run for his life, but he got smoked in his back

In the trap with a chicken

And his time's still tickin'

**** love getting litty, we caught him lackin' and lit him

Rotten it, two thieves in that front room fitting

And when them car doors pop, we got grown men shittin'

I put bine in my hood, I put smack by the beach

Trident nicked me Class A cah them wraps in my reach

Chef a **** with my shaver, I just slapped it in bleach

**** rap 'bout bangin' but don't practice their preach

I'm gettin' bread by the hour

Pull up, fed them the power

Six holes in his skin, it makes sense why they're sour

In a pyrex bowl I make coke take a shower

We got too many habads in that fifth block tower