Fuck they know about it?

North-side shit

I seen a tear drop, sizzle dark ashes

Guarnteed I'm racin' from the 12 to the car crashes

I need my money upfront, plus all taxes

Rum bar, bottom to the top with cheers and all glasses (Salute)

Yeah, more life, I been enjoying life more

Look yourself in the mirror, what you gonna fight for?

Blood stains make the contrast on the white floor

Shows in Italy, buyin' out Ducati bikes (Zoom)

True as CAMH, the fiends leanin' where the cops dwell

Sound like Wino made this shit out in Roswell (Wino!)

The shots soundin' like a beatbox from Rahzel (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)

Ragtop like a blue crab with the soft shell

Grew up with the war-heads, don't press a button

Bushman with the buck knife, he get it cuttin'

Got the heart to shoot back, when I be better duckin'

Five-O ask cousin, don't tell 'em nothin' (Fuck the police)

Riding on that highway, hell is near (Gettin' close)

Let them legends steer, make 'em all respect the tear

Cheffin' up (Cheffin'), in the penthouse with the chemist gear

Gotta keep your body temp' low, 'cause they can smell the fear (Get low!)

I'm Riding on that highway, hell is near (Gettin' close)

Let them legends steer, make 'em all respect the tear

Cheffin' up (Cheffin' up), in the penthouse with the chemist gear

Gotta keep your body temp' low, 'cause they can smell the fear (Get low!)

Coastline, candy-painted coral on the cutlass

Never underestimate the morals of a bucket

More thorns on the rose, hit the flourist with the budget

I be out of town lookin' like a tourist with the luggage (OT!)

What you know? Don't get it confused of what the facts are

Shit, I whip the hoop like it's a NASCAR

Give 'em straight drop 'til the last bar (Uah)

Find me where the racks are

Shorty got the sweats from the black tar (Oh, Lord!)

What Son droppin' better save the day

Every three days I change my rate, bayou, eatin cajun steak (Who's that?)

For Heaven's sake with the saving grace

So hungry, ate my food, then I ate the plate (Dine all of that)

There was no scraps left

Zero trust, never tell 'em where the whole stash kept

You on live countin' money, catchin' broke-ass checks

'Til we catch you can hold that stress

See you soon, boy (Seen you soon, boy)

Riding on that highway, hell is near (Gettin' close)

Let them legends steer, make 'em all respect the tear

Cheffin' up (Cheffin'), in the penthouse with the chemist gear

Gotta keep your body temp' low, 'cause they can smell the fear (Get low!)

I'm Riding on that highway, hell is near (Gettin' close)

Let them legends steer, make 'em all respect the tear

Cheffin' up (Cheffin' up), in the penthouse with the chemist gear

Gotta keep your body temp' low, 'cause they can smell the fear (Get low!)