Audible (feat. EK the Prince & Tower)

Yeah, yeah Never again will I ever see a drought Niggas gettin' to the paper, wasn't sleepin' on the couch Yeah, they're screamin' 647 out their mouth I'm sendin' to the packs, throw the addy down south Weed super Zaza pack on shout And I tell a bad bitch, paper route Keep em confused had to change up the route Had to change up the route, Got me a pack I don't need me a front Dying for the clout Niggas pullin' fake stunts, Vacuum the seal up the pack of the runts Then I load up the P's and I put it in the trunk Trap house the sun shit smell like skunk On the block like a real winner, shout when I dunk Chats like the paper can't have me drunk Married to paper, Ms. Mustard is drunk Mob, got cookies, gelato and cake Yeah, goin' all in, let's raise the stakes Decipher the code, compete and compose Mastermind goin' over coastal Overdose, that's an overdose Overheads like a fine car Push to start, we got two cars Zoom, zoom 200 and up, see a red light so you better duck Always green light in a Benz truck No luck for a f*ck boy F*ck this nigga, you a dope boy 50% but 100% profit I'm a new topic, I cannot stop this This goin' up, goin' up like a rocket I be the prophet, 647 the topic Voice outside, that's exotic Ha ha, do my dance, bop it They cannot stop this 647 the guy that's a prophet I've been to prison, so you owe me a profit Bitch, if you top me off with some confidence Treesha you really done lost it Lost to the saucer, so you cannot control it I went pervert and this bitch not stolen Fuckin' for a perky, you know I be stolen Yes, I be stolen, straight to the cash Cops on my ass, so we doin' the dash F*ck on this bitch and she knocked in my past Need me a bitch with a focus on cash Straight mob shit, dress in all black, straight God shit I count extra cash, I love extra rad I love extra ass on my bitch I'm smokin' extra gas, I'm a comin' fast I might pass out off this slip I'm drivin' extra fast, screamin' f*ck the dash Give a f*ck if I flip Never again will I ever see a drought Niggas gettin' to the paper, wasn't sleepin' on the couch Niggas ain't screamin' 647 out their mouth Niggas in the packs, throw the addy down south We super zombs, I pack on shots And I tell a bad bitch, flip her out Kids get confused, had to change up the route