MELTDOWN (feat. Drake)

Yeah

Tensions is definitely rising

T'd up right now

T time, T time

T time, T time, T time

Teatime like I got a cup of this shit

Tee time like golf at a quarter to six

I'd love to fuck on a regular bitch

Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick

Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit

You talk to the cops on some therapist shit

You act like you love this American shit

But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6

Yeah, you scared of the 6

Yeah, you scared of the 6

Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke

Now you wanna go and inherit that shit

Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit

Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit

The weapons we got are some terrorist shit

Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit

She askin' for bread for her parents and shit

I told her, "I don't got no cash", and she said she could wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit

I pull out a million and stare at the shit

My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit

My schedule is out, come spin us, for real

Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit

I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss

Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit

Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit

Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit

Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit

You lucky that Vogue was suing 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit

I-I—

Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy?

And they scared of the seven

After one-three then we turn up eleven

Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven

Me at the house, I got seven in heaven

They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend

Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit

She inching my way then she started confessing

I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffery"

Connect collect calls right off of the celly

Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly

Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli

I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)

Always on T-time, been ready, yeah

Is you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)

Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property

Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs

Got the Willy Wonka factory

Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch

Ooh, ooh

Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Nah)

Is you fucking crazy? (What?)

Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah)

Is you fucking crazy? Uh

Is you fucking crazy? Uh

Is you fuckin'—

Is you fuckin'—

Is you fucking crazy?

How many Texas boys done ran it up? A couple, maybe

Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes

I'll fuck a **** bitch but she can't have the baby

I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby

The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)

Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)

Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe

**** talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life

Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy?

Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)

Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)

We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh

Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy

Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)

Blicky hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging

She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh?)

Is you fucking crazy? Uh

Is you fucking crazy? Uh

Is you fucking crazy or what?

Is you fucking crazy? Yeah

Is you fucking crazy or what?

Is you fuckin'—

Is you fuckin'—

Is you fucking crazy?