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This What Ya Want?
Flee Lord, Roc Marciano, DJ Boogieman
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Okay, okay
Brr
Let's go, woah
Yeah
I got my shirt off, I'm dropping the top
Plus I just bought a new broom and a mop (Boom)
Dropped twelve albums, got tired of losing, man, why would I stop?
Went from whipping the pot (Whipping the pot)
Playing the block, lurking for opps (Yeah)
Off of my pack, dodging the cops, like, fuck 'em
Hustling the yola mixed with the soda, I'm finna go hit up the lab
Chopping with brodie, he talking a forty
Start the Corolla, then bust in the slab
Couple of opps, it's nothing impossible
I'm flipping a double, then stuck to the script (Facts)
Weigh on me heavy, calm but I'm deadly
Two on my vest and I roll with the grip (Brr)
Straight out the mud, made cash out the trash
Now all of my brodies is up and they good
Niggas is bosses, foreigns and 'burbans, y'all
Walking, I'm still giving back to the hood (Skrrt)
Hear them saying I'm next (I'm next)
But I ain't feeling that love (Uh-uh)
'Cause my raps reality, I don't make music for clubs (What?)
It don't even matter, I just made an eighty
Fuck your review, that shit ain't gon' pay me (Uh-uh)
I tripled my eighty, I'm blessed with the gift and the gab
Finna go have me a baby
I don't give a fuck about what this bitch talking 'bout
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I said, blessed with the gift and the gab
Keep your fucking mouth closed when it come to me, bro
Wait, fuck it
It's LordMobb fleet, my four got reach (Boom)
How dare I take a bite and all my dogs not eat? (Let's go)
All our moves is calculated
Lay the opposition right there on top the pavement
I blew the shit, you forgot to wave it
Now you sitting with cops, finna drop a statement (Pussy)
This pussy is sick, he not with the team (He not with the team)
I done crowned my regime
Boli in jeans, drum with the beam
You probably a goat and snitched on a fiend
I scramble them O's, unraveling flows (Unraveling flows)
Got a magical nose
How you pussy on the block (Shit), but a savage with hoes?
It's me, Delgado (Me, Delgado) and Rock Marciano (Suu whoop)
The bass from the block with a hard piano
It don't take much to spark the ammo
Meet up with Nitty and go park the hammers (Facts)
We sold coke or designed a deal
Either way, it's rhyme or kill
Opps is defeated, nah, we really don't need them
I'll call up the writer, believe we gon' breed it
They said that the revolution won't be televised (Uh-uh)
We gaining power every hour and they petrified
Hah, yup
Delgado, I told the truth, I ain't never, ever lie
You pop shit, get your ass whipped, then go testify, like
Fuck it, Delgado
Luxurious trap talk
Smoke out the exhaust while I swerve in a Blackhawk (Skrrt)
Yo, H, let me borrow that Tesla, beloved
Portrait of my face (Face), plus a Larkin on my waist (Uh-huh)
I got cameras watching cameras 'cause it's margarine in the safe, uh
Pardon the disgrace, you got a charger and an eighth?
Huh? (Fuck outta here)
Pulling up on corners like you larger than the apes (Nope)
We different type of hustlers, my blickies got a muffler (Boom, boom)
No bruises on these hands, nigga, ain't nobody scuffling (Brr)
Feeling like Dana Dane, in New York for the haters came (Yup)
Heavier than eighty chains, pussy boy, you playing games (Fuck y'all)
I be in the cut setting up and taking names
Vacation out in Philippines (Yoom), I'm skating with the killer team
Woke up and rolled something, it's feeling like it's still a dream
This shit a dream