N.W.O. (feat. Chuck Frank)

Finally I've been unleashed, I've been shouting from the nose bleeds Never will I get cold feet, say you bout it nigga show me Let you slide that's the old me, talking' shit but don't know me Machina Man thats for E, write it up with my woahdies We all dying, slowly, blocking blessings, goalie We go ham bologna, hating still, blow me We the ones been working and working And slaving a run till we get check You the one been lazy and hurting And burping and smoking them cigarettes Once its gone can't get it back You talking shit on the internet Me and my niggas not into that Even mommas not feeling that Ole girl in my world, swim with the sharks I'm killing that Ass fat got the panties on her like banana peels Imma peel it back Nicotine no more I stopped cold turkey, Hell nah we ain't smoking blacks You want the cash that's in the trap Young nigga don't get trapped Phone calls goin' get tapped Bass knocking' goin' get slapped Really think you making hits We hear the shit don't shit slap Step to me you get bitch slapped I'm out the box, I don't fit that I got plenty raps, you don't get that That fire head make me sit back Come to us with some silly shit, not playing that get sent back Come to us with that loud pack, that's my nigga let me hit that Really I'm trying to go overseas like a nigga ordered off the Wish App Lil chick got to my spot, she wanna meat like it's PicPac I broke her off like a KitKat Smoked two weeds they mismatch Everybody wanna chit, chat Bad energy I'm not with that Making mistakes, Do you wait Bitches get saved by them capes Niggas will lie to yo face Niggas is shot by the Jakes Jakes be defeating the case Niggas be pleading they case Niggas get thrown in them cells Might as be deep as a well I guess I will see you in hell Robbing Peter for bail Ordering heat in the mail Order them beats on my cell Order the key from the shell What do you keep on your shelf What are you feeding yourself Just made her squirt She thought she pee'd on her self You goin compete with yourself My cheeks don't melt, my c's on stilts Ride with the tank on L, that shit for laughable Prolly shouldn't even be in this traffic The way I've been acting The way I've been packing just like a meat packer though Hands ain't really knocking when we at the door Bitch I've been grabbing O's like some cabbage though Then I just break it down into bag n go Rapido, rapido, bitch what you slacking Ain't going back and forth like its a lateral I'm being literal, what are you asking for This ain't no UFC, what are you tapping for Swear on that box but can't take the package though Go ahead, return shawty with all of that tracking though She said that she an open book, left her on read Then read an actual book instead On how to get straight to the head yeah