Letra de Himothy Mcveigh - Boldy James & Antt Beatz

(Feat. Antt Beatz)

(What up, Antt?)

Yeah, let's get it

These niggas been in the way, and I been Himothy Mcveigh

D&G on my sweater, told him I'm ten minutes away

He been waiting forever, I still got ten people in front of him

My line backed up, just caught three more pops off 110

I'm base rock booming when Lauder said we was on the Wyck

I had to get focused, now me and bro could piece up on a ho

When the golden child of the six 'cause really I was chosen

Ain't had to talk niggas to death, I pulled up and I showed them

Can't really remember a time we ain't have no motion

Been a shooter a long time but lately I been coaching

The bag, it don't do no bragging, I don't do no boasting

And my trap don't do no tagging, don't do no posting

Posted with a thousand tabs, ain't no Ibuprofen

Still playing with them 'codones and them mighty morphins

Sipping all this drank, fucking up my vital organs

This morning woke up to a ninety and a pint of Morgan

Can't stand these ol' fugee ass killers

And these funny built broke fake bougee ass niggas

If it wasn't for the net, wouldn't nobody even know you

Really all we wanna know is what's the ticket and the toll?

Is you with it? 'Cause I'm mobile, we deliver if it's local

But let a nigga try some funny shit and we gon' smoke 'em

Call them verified soldiers

Some niggas still couldn't see me with a pair of bifocals

I'm still ain't rocking with no rats in no wine basket

Been had so many pairs of Ye's, I'm coming Carti contact

Smoked so much weed, my little daughter caught a contact

Can't sign no paperwork, ain't enough money in the contract

Ex did forty on me but it's compact

I'll get you fitted for your tux like it's prom night

Heard he got hit up eight times, must got nine lives

All of this ice on my wrist like a Klondike

Glock 45th, been clutching my rod tight

'Cause I done touched more bricks than a construction job site

Gear shifting, can't pull up but got a steer pissin'

So far in the woods, I caught a deer shitting

So ducked off in the hills, dope stuffed all in the wheels

Out the window of the cabin so I honey badger

Off the work and them pills, we count the money faster

Everybody who know me tell me I'm one lucky bastard

Can't stand these ol' fugee ass killers

And these funny built broke fake bougee ass niggas

If it wasn't for the net, wouldn't nobody even know you

Really all we wanna know is what's the ticket and the toll?

Is you with it? 'Cause I'm mobile, we deliver if it's local

But let a nigga try some funny shit and we gon' smoke 'em

Call them verified soldiers

Some niggas still couldn't see me with a pair of bifocals

Where we at?

Jackson

Mafia, what else?

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