Moselle

Landslide, ****

This shit is a landslide, ****

Uh

This the theme music for the pie stretchers

I whip 5, I got 5 extras

Three 'Everybody is F.O.O.D.' tapes, a trifecta

Show these **** in the game how to apply pressure

All my bitches got a bag and they drive Tesla

Bust down the Cubans, I lit my neck up

Landsliding on ****, don't even try to catch us

Hollow tips flying out my heckler

We came a long way from that digi' scale

That shit too small to weigh up the shit I sell

Pink Spade for my bitch, she don't do Zinfandel

Y'all ain't the only **** getting money, boy

We rich as well, rich as hell

Shooter empty out his clip and bail

Sniffing yayo so long, he lost his sense of smell

Before I left Cali, I sent the bale

Hit Goose told him, "Look out for it, it's in the mail"

I leave a **** living room floor full of blicker shells

Bro, we gotta kill his baby mama too

That bitch'll tell!

I'm stacking all the profit off of every brick I sell

I bet you pussy **** wish I fail

Ah!

Hand on my clip, we animals

Dismantle my strip

I'm 5'8 but 6'11

If I stand on my bricks

I cancel y'all quick

With a Glock I shoot cannonballs with

I sat in prison walking the yard

Just planning all this

Uh, unknown location and I got thirty O's

'Cause I'm too smart

For that stash in the dirty clothes

I'm in the kitchen counting cash

Does she disturb me? No!

Revenge a dish for greedy ****

You gotta serve it cold

I had to move where the climate hot

I took the money off the corner

And invest that at a private stock

You know I still run the kinda spot

Hustlers buy the bricks in the back

In the front it's just a tire shop

Big guns, ain't no quiet shots

I'll be fine if you die or not

Plus, I'm equipped if a riot pop

I threw the whole clip

But he survived the shots

I guess my aim is on

But the timing not

Felony shit, you could never be clicked

One night stands with women

I will never be whipped

My OG putting me on

He love telling me shit

He said black men in America could never be rich

The Butcher

Ayo

Rocking wonders

Wondering if I should rock John undercover for the whole summer

Pole with the scratch numbers

We wore Fear of God's to the last supper

So much coke I made the pyrex glass suffer

House of the Very Islands, stylin'

Dope piling on China

Put the .40 to him and start firing

Plain Jane said I'm ahead of my time again

Back whipping them 9's again

Back to back Lambs on Fairfax

Ran outta Sweet Chick, blew the **** head back

Jetta to the Beverly Center

Blood stains in the fifth seat, gave the blick to valet

Now you rich, M16 vicious don't come my way

I spray, I'm out in Tribeca bagging up yay

Paint all on my North Face

The worst case, I'ma be rich

Collina Strada my bitch

I'm on the yard with my drip

I had the Audemar wrist

The Philip tucked in my Timbs

You better have my commissary or you getting that biz

Jewelry out with my kids