Lurkin

Helluva made this beat, baby (What up, VO)

I got five hundred pounds of that gasoline

We compress or mix some **** that look like fax machines

Drop a ***** from a distance like he Dr. King

The type of sleep that boy getting, he ain't gon' have a dream

Two watches, still ain't got no time on my schedule

Make the 'caine stretch just like that ***** off The Incredibles

You rap *****s stay in your lane, that's what you better do

Draco shells turn a ***** mattress to a sectional

So many fiends outside the spot, this **** like Chick-Fil-A

You know you pumpin' when your nick house do a brick a day

We gon' switch up houses after 60K

Never slippin', in that alley pissin' with the K

**** if I'm rich, *****, we goin' 'til the Hawthorne

In a spaceship with my wrist glowin' like a lightsaber,

This Star Wars

And you know what we doin', it's beef

We ain't at the half court when we shooting from deep

We out the street

I do this for my brothers, kill or die, hit the stand and lie

Heard the ***** snitchin', he won't make it there to testify

In the Bentley truck with my ***** Tee on Exit 9

I told him way before this rap **** I was doin' fine

I would spin around a thousand kits for like eighty-five

I heard *****s cappin' in they songs, they be tellin' lies

And if it wasn't for this rap ****, they wouldn't have a dime

I thought my ***** out the bakery 'cause he be sellin' pies

Turn the traction off on the 'Cat and cut the block up

Ain't no limit to this ****, I feel like Silkk the Shocker

Think the opps and the feds teamin' up, they tryna stop us

Go up top on a *****, spread his brains like it's some pasta

That Taliban piece worth twenty thousand

***** hated on me, hit the stash,

Called his ***** to come and count it

I'm just getting to the money, what's the problem?

Riding 'round with that chopstick, I got a problem

This Florida rapper YNW Melly

Are being held here at the Broward County jail this morning

In the streets with that chopper and I'm lurkin'

And my *****s, they ain't snipers but they observing

In a stolo with your ***** and she keep swerving

'Bout to pistol whip this ho, she acting nervous

Short ass ***** but I'm down to toe tag you

With this tall ass chopper with an extended mag

Oh, damn, I ****** her with a Magnum

That's your *****, that's your *****, but she a thotty

That's your ***** and my clique, and we plottin'

I got my ***** and she spoiled rotten

Y'all **** boys talk ****, but don't play

'Cause we like to pull up with hundred round K's

And we like to pull up and let them ******* go

Oh no, woah, I'm tryna **** all on her throat

Diamonds wet, no Yachty, but this **** look like a boat

**** that, pop that ***** inside her throat, wait