We do this shit like it’s second nature
Fuck a feeling I’m just chasin paper
You a mark I’m just sipping makers
Dead to me if you on the papers
We gone still catch him later
The coroner dig out the craters
You can’t do me no favors
Im clutching it under the table

You can find me where the fedy go
Whipping the glock turn ya head to speghetti O’s
Drum roll the chopper don’t ask if I’m ready go
He talking reckless but too scared to tell me tho
She giving heavy dome
You trying to smash n she say she on heavy flow
We still screaming pelly hoe
Chopstick make him drop quick leave em with a belly hole
Niggas Pull up hop out dump
Jaw Jackin n get slumped
Niggas Pull the Bull pup out the trunk
Get to barking that buck shot its gone turn him to lunch
I’m trying to sniff out the funk
Imma deliver what ever you want
Screaming ready or not
I already won
Long grips full of hollow tips
I’m fina leave you with more than a lump

We do this shit like it’s second nature
Fuck a feeling I’m just chasin paper
You a mark I’m just sipping makers
Dead to me if you on the papers
We gone still catch him later
Coroner dig out the craters
You can’t do me no favors
Im clutching it under the table

Find me where the Gouda at
Pour up the rage if he move push his noodle back
Bendin the block while they looking like who is that
You movin on niggas that too scared to do it back
What kinda stripes are those
Shit got sticky n you froze
Manaquin pose
Tough when you power your nose
You get tossed we get throwed
We pull up hop out n crash
12 chase do the dash
You coming in last
Yea we on that ass
Cull up cuddy at the chop shop tell him we coming in fast
Trails will weeds out the fake
We see the signs when u tappin the brakes
Pillow talking they’ll be calling you late
Get Set by your bae
You end up missing no sign or a trace

We do this shit like it’s second nature
Fuck a feelings I’m just chasin paper
You a mark I’m just sipping makers
Dead to me if you on the papers
We gone still catch him later
Coroner dig out the craters
You can’t do me no favors
Im clutching it under the table

Really a shooter you get what you pay for
this what I’m made for stay close
You in it for fam or the caso
Standing tall till we lay low
Stuck to it like LEGO’s
Pop a nigga for the pesos
Tryina swim in it Besos
Trade the bitch for the bankroll

We do this shit like it’s second nature
Fuck a feeling I’m just chasin paper
You a mark I’m just sipping makers
Dead to me if you on the papers
We gone still catch him later
The coroner dig out the craters
You can’t do me no favors
Im clutching it under the table

Im clutching it under the table