Basterds (feat. Hell'z OWN)

I lost my mind a couple times bitch I ain't losing it again She ain't gon' show up empty handed shorty usually bring a friend I'll be unruly till the end Instead of dick riding If you was with me shooting in the gym Then maybe you could've been him Throw some vintage in the fit that shit say Stüssy on the brim Jewelry shopping in New York done got me booted in some Timbs I've been on a crazy run it's like I'm looping all my wins Could give a fuck if niggas like me I don't do this shit for friends I been nice since back when Boosie did a stint Wipe me down bitch You fuck with bad bitches then you know how small a town gets They getting too big for their britches I make em down shift I see you niggas and think of police you're like a Crown Vic Can't see into the future but I know it's bright as hell Keep going till I get it never been the type to fail Look, she a soul snatching animal You look you might could tell Shit, I keep my best eater in the crib like The Whale Look behind the smoke and mirrors all they got is hype to sell If you gon' let them buy your soul then make sure you price it well Seen niggas gamble with their whole life and roll the dice to hell If I'm in there then I'm smoking bitch I'm moving like Chappelle It's DeSaint Let the glass touch Cold blooded basterds Ain't nobody moving past us I could use the rest but I'd rather fill the stash up OG on my line telling me to keep the grass cut Shit I been through I ain't think I'd live to tell the story later Need like 40 flavors of some Mauri gators Shorty savor the taste of the king you just a shorty saver Just save your paper Smoked salmon pickled onions capucine capers What she cooked me in the AM Before I hit the back breaker And jumped in a AMG from '93 I gotta go bout 20 miles on I-75 to pick me up a P No distribution all 16 ounces of fire and them shits all for me Everything I got I earned and none of the shit that I got was fucking free Picking buds up out of bucket seats Smoking blunts and clutching cheeks Hell'z OWN who the fuck else am I supposed to be Aside from fucking me Not a soul on earth exists that I would rather be Not a sight that I'd rather see Cold blooded bastard born as lonely seed Myself's my only need This life's a movie And it's rollin G Let the glass touch Cold blooded basterds Ain't nobody moving past us I could use the rest but I'd rather fill the stash up OG on my line telling me to keep the grass cut