414 Scurvy (Posse Cut) (feat. AyooLii, kill.dawn, Superstar Sel, Maz G, Stix & Dalenkwent)

Oh no Ayy (414, 612) I'm with Daark, I'm with Lee my nigga Fadumo hit me up, said it can be a while Fadumo hit me up, said it can be a minute 808s smacking on my dome, I want fire Yup, yup, I'm tired Razor blades cutting on your nose, you're a liar Pinocchio trying to get wiser Yeah, I been counting all these bands OK My nigga made the beat, I throw these hands OK Throw him in air, I hope he lands OK Got her in the club with a dancer I be getting to the green, Bruce Banner Getting paper, boy, while I'm in Atlanta Sold a G to a hoe named Hannah Sold a G to a nigga named Hannah Check, one-two, one-two Yeah check, check, one-two, one-two (one-two) In the kitchen, bitch you know what I do Two smacks on me, nigga, me and my crew If you want success got to go get a check Bust down bitch VVS Iced out, bitch, I got a glacier on my neck Hold on Catching all these heads, I can't even call my own I've been running to the bread, running to the croissant Baby, you go on and start ahead Got my third eye bitch, I'm in Bel-Air I'm gonna smack on a G, got a price on the whole ounce Oh yeah lil bitch, I can see clear I'm smoking on Bel-Air When I hit the 414 I hit up AyooLii When I hit the 414 I hit up AyooLii When they see me through the door then they say, "Ayo, Lee!" That's my government, see, what you know of me? Hunting in the East since I stood at only half a knee When I hit the 414 I'll probably call my momma first Said I'm picking up some chords and some old pajama shirts Man I lied cause I was digging trying to smoke Obama blurnts Roll a couple roaches over in a folder with some dirt Frog-eyed bent Cruise through the city I got 5 percent Make a nigga sick off the shit I spent Get like me but I'm not like them  Get like me I'm with AyooLii  Switch on the back 50 shots when I squeeze Switch on the back it can't fit in my jeans Walk in the club and they pay me a fee Walk in the club he ain't cleaner than me  Rose Royce truck make me feel like a star Came from the East why I walked in with Maz  Walk in this bitch and they know who we are Hit from the back made her buss out her bra Yeah, I been counting all these bands OK My nigga made the beat, I throw these hands OK Throw him in air, I hope he lands OK Got her in the club with a dancer I be getting to the green, Bruce Banner Getting paper, boy, while I'm in Atlanta Sold a G to a hoe named Hannah Sold a G to a nigga named Hannah I was running through the M, there's nobody anyplace I wear a hood, she wear hijab, nobody peeking at a face I got it good, she got a job with bodies bleeding in the place Somebody should keep it together when we're meeting at the lake I shaved my head and hit the gym and now I'm Mr. Clean I'm flaming reg up to the brim I feel like Mr. Freeze They hear my register, assume I came from overseas I never had to swim, I'm from Wisconsin like a lot of cheese Ayyy what I'm bad backing What man, said I'm bad backing 4 in the morning can't sleep, catch me dancing with the devil in the middle of the night  I got fire action I got real big hypes I'm with Daark, I'm with Lee, man I'm bussing off a triple Sold my hype Dr. Pepper man, swear to god I'm tripping Man 6 in the morning and this nigga Diet Coke Came home with a roll, I got cheese lil bro Got the wood leaving ash on my jeans, not a cigarette Like I'm playing for the Bucks, man, can't nobody guard me Two pounds of fertilizer man you know I got that shit on me Bad backing going through it up inside my mama kitchen Broke ass nigga really cheap fake grittin Ask if lil Sarah want that meth, methamphetamine My uncle don't even smoke powder, he a fake fiend Hit from the back I make hits in my sleep  If he send me a feat then I'm frying the beat If he got beef with me then we hitting his treash  Plays in the burbs I got plays in the streets  Play with my nerves they don't play about me And I'm holding my word like I'm holding my heat  Sip when they swerve if they got syrup on the seat Don't repeat what you see it's with God and with me DTE made him 6 feet deep I slide round town swear I don't need feet  Round I got racks on me  Round town I got G's 808s smacking on my dome, I want fire Yup, yup, I'm tired Razor blades cutting on your nose, you're a liar Pinocchio trying to get wiser Ayo, shout out Milwaukee Oh no It's Daark out