Klay & Steph (feat. TLE Cinco & Perc Pheezy)

Ay, ay, ay, ay, truckload shit Ay, ay, ay, T-Way Engineering I just came through with them racks flexin', truckload shit get hectic Got a mini Draco on me now, but the full body K my preference Too much cash, still spendin' old money from Check Dis Me and Pheezy Klay and Steph we wet shit Show in the opp hood, came, they left quick Gotta give a shout out to the banks, straight flexin Don't move too much, might make me nervous Stick might just get to swervin' I don't f*ck with these nat hoes, see em curvin' And I'm flex up with these racks like I'm curlin' Codein off in my drink like Earvin I shoot off the rip, no jersey Too much, too much of cash in my pockets, they burstin' Walk a nigga down like a dirt bike burning em I'm a real robber, keep the racks in my mask too Yeah, I got hair, but I ball, Caillou, used to be a humble, stayed down, now I'm showin' what the racks do Drippin' everyday like Ragu I catch an opp, heat him up, he get zipped like a jacket Run down, swing the stick like a racket Might be a U-Haul, everywhere I go, I be packin' Strike a pose, nigga, won't catch me lackin' Search for them racks like I'm searching safaris She on her knees like she sorry I swing that stick like a bat, either k or the carbon Don't f*ck with these niggas, these racks is my diamonds Shoot a head like a egg or a joke, I'ma crack it They know I ball like a basket I'm having racks like I just got my taxes Peon ass nigga can't fit in my bracket The boy tried to tax me, I'm Jillin' and Jackin' Three different designers, I'm tacky We in this bit passin' blunts like Corona No YSL we some stoners I f*ck your bitch, doggy style, she like when I bone her NO DM! I'm sippin' yellow like Homer Nigga, reach for my chain, he a goner I'm causin' smoke like a sauna Bad bitch name Lisa, no Mona Project, baby, all I know is Jigg and Finesse And Count up a check, we servin' the city Yo, trap lookin' stressed F*ck nigga, play, he get scratched These niggas cap in their rap, Mitchell and Nash Niggas be hoes, they got breast Push the pack, then I flex Trapin since a youngin', my name should be fresh I keep a stick like a nest AK-47, the very best thing there is When you absolutely positively need to kill every muthafucker in the world Except no substitute Ay, Ay, Damn, the beat still goin', I'm still flowin' I up that stick and I'm cause commotion Your hoe on my skin like some tattoos and lotion Boss man shit, I be playin' and coaching I see the opp, step on him like Roaches Drank Ice Lean Potion Shout out to my plug, he be growin' Shout out to my plug, he be growin' I catch an opp, flip his ass like a coin Glock be too loud, shit sound like a horn Stand out like a goat on the farm I'm servin' gas from Cali while I'm dodging charges Don't f*ck with these hoes, Monique Parker We got the city on lock like a locker Joe Goldberg to the opps, I'ma stalk him Let's go, ay, ay, ay, ay, let's go Let's go, ay, ay, ay, ay, let's go