Numbers (feat. Wara From the NBHD)

Uh, don't take it for granted, I hate these ****, I hate you too

And you and you can suck my dick

If the plug hit my phone, it's 'cause he know I can manage

Plus he's talkin' in Spanish

I see my hood doin' numbers

My hood doin' numbers

Hey, my hood doin' numbers

My hood doin' numbers

Hey, don't take it for granted, I hate these ****, I hate you too

And you and you can suck my dick

If the plug hit my phone, it's 'cause he know I can manage

Plus he's talkin' in Spanish

I see my hood doin' numbers

My hood doin' numbers

****, I hate tactics

I know funny faces soon as I see 'em

If he the **** snitchin', then I wouldn't wanna be him

Uh, I don't shake hands with the rookies and middle mans

Take me to the boss, and just let me know if it's costly

I'm tryna push the Porsche with the shiny new exhaust things

Ice off the window, don't look, might turn you to frosted

I come from the ghetto with diamonds and weird splitters

And bitches kick in doors too, fuck a gold digger

And if it ain't 'bout dollar bills, just tell 'em, "Go figure"

Don't ask me how I plan on makin' it

I plan on takin' it like a dice shooter starin' at the pot

Uh, oh, they get into it when we try to get a lot, yeah

Street smart **** precisely just spittin' darts and

Aimin' at you ****' heads, I'm shootin' for the charts, and

Go for the **** with the million dollar shoes on

I guess I could keep shit licorice, I'm takin' ****' spots

Even if they think their hot

Or lukewarm, you've been warned

With the answers, uh, can't last long with the answers, my ****

Uh, yeah

Uh, don't take it for granted, I hate these ****, I hate you too

And you and you can suck my dick

If the plug hit my phone, it's 'cause he know I can manage

Plus he's talkin' in Spanish

I see my hood doin' numbers

My hood doin' numbers

Hey, my hood doin' numbers

My hood doin' numbers

Hey, don't take it for granted, I hate these ****, I hate you too

And you and you can suck my dick

If the plug hit my phone, it's 'cause he know I can manage

Plus he's talkin' in Spanish

I see my hood doin' numbers

My hood doin' numbers

Hey

Fuck the depths of the hallows in the valley where the cops go

To apprehend villains and outsiders will not go

Got up from the asphalt, plug said the coke is mad

Hold outs in my pocket, powder slippin' through the plastic

A road block, the mole head started taxin'

You young **** can't back blasted, and so fuck the crap shit

Tray under my mattress, ratchet had a MAC-10

Keith, he had a 12 gauge, Brazy had a .38

Round the corner when Lil Clip got blazed

And ain't nobody had no fuckin' answers when them cops had came

Real product of my environment

Real violent shit

There's no lyin' here

There's no alliances

Uh, I cut that coke with the creatine

Me and Keith boost a half key from a B and E

Surrenders and crack contraband in the living room

I'm ridin' round dirty, more than they ever been at the end of two

You been a noob, in middle school you was huffin' glue

Where they kicked me out that bitch

To quote the teacher, "He was cuttin' loose"

Locker room, stick 'em up for his shoes, iPad, and his loot

Wish I could say it wasn't true shit

Uh, don't take it for granted, I hate these ****, I hate you too

And you and you can suck my dick

If the plug hit my phone, it's 'cause he know I can manage

Plus he's talkin' in Spanish

I see my hood doin' numbers

My hood doin' numbers

Hey, my hood doin' numbers

My hood doin' numbers

Hey, don't take it for granted, I hate these ****, I hate you too

And you and you can suck my dick

If the plug hit my phone, it's 'cause he know I can manage

Plus he's talkin' in Spanish

I see my hood doin' numbers

My hood doin' numbers

Yes, I'm tryna multiply my wages, but ****'s tryin' my patience

Askin' me for fucking features with no intentions of payin' 'em

Payin' **** in bullets the size of a fucking dreidel

Morph your brains to baklava face into a bagel

My deviance is a new born baby

At eight months, I was teethin' on the handle of a MAC-10

In the cradle, no debatin'

Been wreakin' havoc since the age of eight

Got Satan prayin' that I don't fall to Heaven's basement

I come up in that bitch with a scalpel, give his ass a face lift

You must be mistakin' if you're thinkin' this year mine for the takin'

Shoulda been mine last year, apologies for my lateness

I've been in the basement trainin'

Now I'm ninety-nine all matte and rated

Most these rappers are sendin' them in vainness

I spit venom in the veins of voles till their eyes dilated

And their hearts stop up

Blows like block, I'll knock your granny off the rocker, ****

Yeah, uh