Latex Gloves (feat. Lloyd Banks)

Rock the chinchilla to the ankle bone

I'm that **** now, I'm just gon' make it known

My dawg caught a body bust in Draco chrome

They gave him life behind the prison gates, he can't go home

I get the Yale gone, break a whole one down and make his own

'Cause in these streets, I'm a motherfuckin' staple on

He say he the king, well Machine come to take his throne

Take over the game like I'm Jordan when he played Malone

Spray the MAC-10s out of black bands

He dropped his card, he's runnin' from it, got a cracked lens

Mama gone for days, been on a crack binge

Walked to Granny house, she got a packed fridge

Been about that action since the older days

**** puttin' bodies on the throwaways

Latex gloves on when we loadin' Ks

You should know what time we on, expectations entirely wrong

Kick the hole in the game before multiple views by Tommy Gong

Gotta be strong when you poppin' the paparazzi form

Sliders singin' in your local precinct like Omarion

Came a ways to get here naked, to a Brachion

Careful, had to stash the rocket by the Aki jawn

Hermes on my way to the tomb, Versace bond

You would think I'm repeatin' shit, got several copies formed

Hatin' ain't gon' stop me, probably wish me body harm

Hand off to my dumb-out, get his kamikaze on

He'll always be forks in the road, it's Maserati's form

Your rap careers ain't workin', out a bunch of sloppy songs

Quiet storms and beautiful murders for Oxymoron

We in a town, that's vehicles hounded in lobby swarms

They won't play, that's why we armed, every day a body's drawn

Dr. Criminal, the one your baby mom Oz be on

I have the Moody's blocks, meet me at the beauty shop

The one that's owned by my cutie-wop that got the booty shots

I ain't packin' a 2D Glock, absolutely not

Stash box, in case I get stopped by traffic duty cops

My last interaction, they was askin' who we shot

Gave em' no reaction, so they acted truly shocked

This ain't a movie, I, I stack fruity rocks

It's diamonds and emeralds and rubies in my jewelry box

The calls that we got, show y'all all who we not

Fifteen hunnid at the ball and Louis shots

Walkin' round your bitch crib in my drawers and Louis socks

Got me confused, dawg, I thought Hubie stopped

From upstate NY, a moody block

Play the gangster role and I make it movie-stop

All hoes is birds, I'm with the bougie flock

I never let these groupie thots do me like Rudy Pops, ****