We Need A Pilot

Marc Boomin, thank you

Small delay, I think

Ghetto Boy shit, ****, how you doin', man?

I'm doin' great, man

Shoutout to them **** who be smackin' Ms

I'm tryna bang off the backboard, smack the rim

Take the X-Acts, smoke a whole black, I done cracked my rim

Four chains, one watch on, that's a half a M

He used to wear Mike shoes, they used to laugh at him

He used to buy nickel bags, Mike went half with him

Me and C got Glock 9s, he my ratchet twin

I just beat the **** ass, I wanna scrap again

Yeah, I see you got hands, can you catch a ten?

Have you ever drunk a ten and wrecked your Benz?

****, that was high tech

How I take two thirties, I ain't high yet

A **** ain't beefin' with us if he ain't die yet

That **** ain't have no Quae, I threw a riot

I ain't really got on the pie yet

Load the PJ up, we need a pilot

Bitch, I'll put a whole M inside your eyelids

Let you see that

****, this ain't real 'za, take your weed bag

Aye, C, why the fuck do you got on a ski mask?

She put me in a group chat 'cause I skeet fast

I can do a song in six minutes 'cause I think fast

That's shit talkin', that's punchin' in

Beat the **** ass two times, I wanna punch again

Alright, Marc Boomin, punch me in

Turn the pint upside down, let it puncture it

Bitch turnt, I ain't comin' to function yet

Hold my nose when I fuck the ho 'cause it stunk a bit

Mike ain't Craig but he chunked a brick

Me and bro on 15s, finna jump a bitch

Man, I'm tryna hump a bitch

Crack a egg on a bitch head, Brian Pumper shit

.308 hit his car, ****, bumper split

I would never eat the cat, it's a bump on it

This a real shotgun, you gotta pump on it

Can't never wear my Gucci shirt again, got cum on it

She was squirting everywhere in that damn bed

I'll never buy the high tech if it's still red

We gotta be African-American

Yesterday we had got into it, I don't care again

You say my ice look fake, why you starin' then?

We ain't got on moissanites, all carats in it

I wanna eat a shrimp salad with carrots in it

I'm high as fuck, I need to sit in a chair a minute

I think I took too many pills

How you know Too Much Money Boys and don't remember Will?

He was there when I turned myself in, I remember Phil

And I seen him on the first day out, camera in his hand

Give me real work

I'll pay anything for a seal if it's real pert

But before I pour a pop, give me a pill first

Man, these **** gay as hell, he got a real purse

Put me and him in the same room, he gettin' killed first

Whole back of the **** head gone, he got killed worse

I just woke up clappin' as we still in church

I was broke as hell, baby mama stealin' shirts

That's some real shit, this a real switch

Don't get killed quick, ask 'bout your baby, they peel shit

Money is not everything, me and Will rich

And Phil rich, and Mike rich

Not no **** shit, he white rich

They don't like Chris, 'cause he kept it real

**** took a quarter mill', shoulda kept that deal