Tear It Down

Ayy, Pab, pass me a pack of Newport right quick (QRN) Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a little stressed out right now Pass a couple hundred grand, two hundred somethin' on the dash I came up from the bottom if that's the question you wanna ask I bet you don't, ridin' on a Xan', I just pray that I don't crash Your brother thuggin', raise your hand if you got get-back for your mans (okay, let's go) Hoes go Audemars for certain (they Audemars) Fifty thousand, timin' perfect Project housin', blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa, oh-oh) F*ck that, let me pop a Perky Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (grrah) Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me Oh man, yeah, the cops comin' (whoop-whoop) It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y'all Things ain't the same, they got me traumatized That shit a gang, gon' be a homicide They say I changed, that's 'cause I'm goin' through this pain, I watched my cousin die Codeine, I still can't put down this drank, that's even though I tried Colgate, that's the code name for cocaine, we serve it through the night Okay, that shit y'all seen on that camera was a savage boy Okay, with the Christmas, I'ma buy lil' boy his favorite blunt (no, no, no) Ray Allen, really out the grind, I clap from out the mud No fade, I done had to switch my Hellcat just to dodge a charge F*ck 'em 'cause we livin' large Who done got the toughest tuck game with that .30 rod Up that fan, a thirty shots Ain't dyin' 'bout a gun but livin' by it, that's the art of war Finally, I'm the one who really got it in a foreign car (skrrt, skrrt) Hoes go Audemars for certain (they Audemars) Fifty thousand, timin' perfect Project housin', blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa, oh-oh) F*ck that, let me pop a Perky Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (grrah) Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me Oh man, here the cops come (whoop-whoop) It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y'all I'm number one, I went two for two My niggas out, they free, throw up the four For my niggas jumpin' out that SRT Number five and another five, standin' on our ten F*ck the eleven, we be dodgin' twelve with this F&N Thirteen, I was spittin', writin' rhymes without a pen Fourteen, I was on my grind, fresh from out the pen' Fifteen, fucked up in the molly, all I know is step Forever sixteen 'til the day I die, we catch and you gon' get This shit is not no competition (this shit ain't no competition), on my own pace, and I'm winnin' These foreign cars yellin', pink slippin', I know that you thought they rented (mm-hmm) That's 'cause you all in my business F*ck it, go get some Benjis I know that these niggas envy, yellow bitch look like Rainey (whoa-whoa) Kitchen Peezy, a chemist, there's a lot of shit I invented (whoa-whoa) But f*ck it, let 'em pretend it We slangin' iron, can't prevent it (whoa-whoa) I'll leave Lil' D, my lil' brother I'll leave all these bitches (whoa-whoa) And all I know is the hustle, and flip it 'til it's a mil' Hoes go Audemars for certain (they Audemars) Fifty thousand, timin' perfect Project housin', blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa, oh-oh) F*ck that, let me pop a Perky Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (grrah) Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me Oh man, here the cops come (whoop-whoop) It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y'all Everybody in the club, tear it down (Dabi, you'll make 'em proud) Everybody in the club, tear it down