PILOT

Three on me like the Broncos Sipping water from the lagos On a high note Smoke out till I'm gone slow I'll be damn gone Printing guns in my damn post Roads flooded with them pot holes Finna ride low Drop down, cause they damn close On the five-o Slumped up, so unconscious Finna pop shit, finna mosh pit I be locked in All fetti where I found it Setting prices, damn Kicking the door Story was finished, but I take a round Youngin was dead, got blood on the town Pussy ass bitches not even around Two brodies on they feet Geeked up on that speech Say something, you'll preach Back up on key, don't shoot till we eat Mob time, send me pesos Titties bouncing, give them besos Bruce Banner when I feel the rage Back up when I need space How many bands I'm finna make Like Stacks said, never catch breaks Got hunnids strapped to my damn waist Pushing the limit, Scarface Full scabs with a band aid Feet swollen, got me limping Check balance had me dripping If you still ghosting, then you tripping Like a thousand miles, I was endless Spoke with your words now I listen I was subtle with my mission I was cooking in the kitchen Got a tape, know I never miss Back in beyond, bitch I'm back with it Dropping joints like we battling Stop playing cause them rounds coming Hear me now, I got the ground shaking Been hungry for a hella minute I got prints coming, for the ones that fittin Don't snooze, I gotta couple minutes Damn