Clientelle Cypher-Keenan Layne/Bruce Bane/Oscar Ali/Ka$h/King Andrew/Seth Bowman

Lookin’ for a ride or die not a hoe Want us to grow and get the dough But I’ve become so cold like the snow If you cheat on me you’ll be left for the crows If you want the smoke I’ll smoke you like a blunt But you’re a pussy So send your grunt I’ll strangle you with my chain cunt So be careful how you stunt Or you might end up like Larry and be filled with holes We are just written like scrolls I know we’re gonna be hittin’ our goals If y’all talk shit I’ll be havin’ you walk on hot coals You all make me wanna pull out the Mac Wanna keep running your mouth you’re gonna get smacked I just never wanna be lacked Whatever I do I got my homies to back Hope some of y’all are gonna be feelin attacked Never wanna subtract I always wanna attract I know if you pull up we’re gonna be in a pack We’re making our stacks All because our tracks Why don’t we turn this up to the max Never gonna sniff or sell crack If you do that then you’re whack Might end your life with an axe Just so I can relax And get high from these packs Dealing with niggas that be taxing to me They steady down but swear they back in a week Like getting money feel attractive to me We packing the heat And you don’t want the smoke like we got pack in the leaf She drive crazy but she ride me like Mercedes On top no lazy We rock no wavy Ain’t tryna not to be shady I married the game with Katie Heard Ashley running round And her bodycount hit like 80 So I be tryna avoid her Wont touch it if you paid me Ain’t maybe That how I say the game go crazy You prolly ain’t even caught it Ain’t stealing shit that I bought Said I shouldn’t have it I did it anyway She been calling all night I hit it Hennyway Shawty skipped her flight so We had a Hennyday I’m trying to get out of my head Most days I don’t even want to get up And get out of bed But I gotta escape these thoughts Or someone’s gonna end up dead I stay steady riding by my uno Only thing on my mind is making the dough Even if I gotta work a nine to five at the store Until I got bands to go blow I’ll get mine by any means Even by kicking in your front door Leaving you on the floor While I make your main bitch my side hoe The shit me and the homies spit is only the hottest Like I told my mamma we always gon’ be the rawest And if i’m being a little honest You can’t even call yourself an artist You fuck around with me You’ll be in someone’s Insta bio Saying fly high Fuck with us we ain’t the right guys I know where everything you despise And you’re fucking offended by Get out of here with that shit You’re just a fly bitch go die Bitch Look Imma go ahead and pop my shit If i got a problem I’ll spin the bin No one really ask me how I been So imma jot it with my pen Record that bitch and then Drop it But fuck it I dont even know when People always tryna get under ya skin I swear my patience running thin I’m just tryna get out my head and win Tryna look at a wall full of plaques and grin Tryna be able to drop a song a make 100 grand And I know its gone take me some time to be a master of flows Lookin at my stuff over time I can already tell a big growth But still somehow I find a way to self loath Critiquing every little thing I wrote Put my message into music so people can take these words as quotes But people in my ear talking shit and it makes me explode But I cant go back to my old ways thats a no no I wanna be up there with the stars and glow I wish you could turn haters off with a remote But you cant so you let em talk or lyrically go for their throat I’m fuckin’ on your slut while I’m ridin’ through the city Pretty kitty got me feelin filthy Pissed she with me but I got her moanin’ quickly Big tittes nice ass And I’m thinkin’ she’s the last But I slow it down though Never gonna cuff a hoe Only bout that bank roll Said I’m all about that cash You can smell the green When we speedin past Vocals so damn clean You know we boutta blast Off like SpaceX Steady get paychecks Always keep a latex Ali gettin’ plays Chillin’ in Bali gettin praise Doin’ blow and gettin laid Beat it up requesting aid Gettin’ triple what you’re paid Whole crew up at the top No pricetags when we shop Cop or drop there’s no stop Our shit will never flop First week always crazy That shit don’t phase me When your hating I could care less Never stressed Never pressed Cause we do this shit the motherfuckin’ best Back before I used to rap I couldn’t talk shit for crap Now you haters want to scrap Pack your lines up in a rap Go ahead and diss me mane Just so you’ll get fucking mamed I’m a beast that’s untamed Critically a fucking claimed I’m thirty three percent a third of The motherfucking most wanted I’ll grab you by the neck of your shirt Little boy if you really want it I don’t give a fuck if you’re a man or woman Slow or you’re retarded Listen to the fucking words that I’m saying Of crimes that I have plotted Everybody wants to come at me Nobody wants to let me be Nobody will let me see Everybody just wants to beef So here is where I draw the line in the motherfucking sand Just to let you pussies know that this is where I stand So if you want it come and get it I know you can’t withstand Breakdown all my punchlines All the meanings if you can Listen to my hard times Like smoking out of a can Just know I ain’t going back I have no backup plan I’m making it with this rap shit Going to the top The homies coming too cause they spit And we’ll never stop And I’m the shit that you just stepped in Better wash your crocks The beat is death from a coffin And they say it knocks People spitting silly shit And think that I won’t notice it Fuck you pussy make a hit know the facts before you spit I know some local rappers quit They just don’t got the fucking wit They got no plays and threw a fit They couldn’t fucking handle it I bring it with the etiquette I’ll execute this beat so delicate I got the connect with it down in Connecticut With a trunk full of coke the fires been stoked So we roll another one to smoke while we’re crackin’ all our favorite jokes Me and my homies deal with all the phony shit Cause people get mad when they can really spit But I can’t help it I got the wit and you gotta deal with it little bitch It’s time I flipped the switch unlock the vault open up the door Riches as far as the eye can see Reach out a hand and I’ll show you the ICU See it’s all about the revenue while I’m cruzin’ down the avenue Run and duck pray you don’t get stuck like a feather I’ll pluck you off the street with ease I got the kilos to kill foes with any one of my flows I deliver blows to fuckers while standing on my tippy toes Hit you right in the nose and out the light goes now my night slows down You hit the ground facedown Ya fuckin’ clown You’re a Down syndrome baby and maybe I’ve had enough of you lately Namely you’re loose lip better tighten it Before I grab the grip and put a shot down from the hip The chip on my shoulder doesn’t budge It weathers the test of time I can still hold a grudge even in my prime It ain’t a crime the way I rhyme So fuck your pennies pussy Cause I’m here for all your motherfuckin’ dimes