Whitey Bulger

I need to talk to Mike Lowrey

Hello (Thieves), this is Mike Lowrey (Thieves)

(Dubba AA flexing)

I'm on these

Alright, I'm ready, I'm ready

I say murder

I say, I say they, yeah

They ain't never fucked with me, yeah

Them bitch-ass **** was playin' games from the jump

Just like these dog-ass hoes

Yeah, you already know how it go, though (This Is The Sound)

I'm wearing these new Diesels, fitted (New Diesels)

My murder clothes (They my murder clothes)

Throw society up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't Hov (I ain't Hov)

Top say, "Y'all go step on shit," huh (Step on shit)

So the case closed

I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"

Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah

Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much

Don't discriminate, kick that front door

I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em that knowledge)

I told my baba that they cannot fault him (Wallahi)

Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real

Slang that Draco and somebody get killed

Grave digger, yeah, they know what it is

They gon' send me to that island, for real

Real ****, he won't stop if they hate

Real hitter, shoot that stick at your face

Pallbearer, I been raisin' the rate

Red eye, it won't be a fair chase

She gon' die for the ride, even though that her life be a risk

In that front, ain't no stoppin', I up and I'm poppin'

A **** might die in this bitch, might die

I know ten, ten, shh, fuck how wild it get

Brand new .223, it hold a whole hunnid

I said, "Herm, pull on side of that bitch"

They ain't playin' chase, they be hidin' from hits

Tell on me, you gon' die, my friend

Like I'm broke, stolo slidin' up in it

After doin' a drill, change the firin' pattern

PTR with no hollows in it (I'ma bring the hearse out)

You a grave digger, you gon' kill 'em after, we gon' bury 'em then

Society wanna join, he a snake, kill a man

I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted (Uh)

My murder clothes

Throw society up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't Hov

Top say, "Y'all go step on shit," huh

So the case closed

I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"

Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah

Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much

Don't discriminate, kick that front door

I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em that knowledge)

I told my baba that they cannot fault him

Feelin' like they ain't fuckin' with me

Mad mane leavin' blood in the streets

Dawg, mane, came only for green

Pray it up, we gon' pray 'fore we feast

At the club, searchin' round for one chain

Uppin' one click, more than one it might be

We ain't hit a party, we just scopin' the scene

Talkin' soon as it end, one gon' die 'fore they leave

About playin' with me

I got my five, fuck H.P.D.

I'm in that eye, I'ma shake the scene

I'm in that Nawf, right where you not

Where you think I ain't nothin', I probably sleep

Runnin' circles around everything, plan on catchin' me

Still got no time for anomalies

Steady pickin' out shit, who was sayin' they gon' step on me?

After the fact, they can't even breathe

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Hey, jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah

Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much

Don't discriminate, kick that front door

I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em that knowledge)

I told my baba that they cannot fault him

Oh, oh, oh, oh (This Is The Sound)

Oh, oh, oh, oh