Meth Back! (feat. SK Da King & Flee Lord)

High and low, high and scared, Pretty Tony, we iron them

Cream chocolate deluxe, loaded up in the lion's den

If I ain't him, they lyin' then

Need to shape up Alana men

Lie again, and him wound up in the casket, he lyin' then

Alrighty then

Try me, see they ain't winning, but I ain't them

Any my friends are in any conversation that I am in

I'm dope, heads be knottin' like dope

There's no denyin' if my block sell dope

I'm a product of my environment

The work I'm supplying if y'all just workers providing then

Is drum work by headshots, like early retirement

I earned my title through lack of early entitlement

Till I was titled rich, I ain't even know what entitled meant

That's wordplay, found my best words on my worst day

My earth say put him back in the box, happy dirt day, y'all heard me

Man, the machine comes with the cream

Load them things and do 'em dirty until my conscience is clean

Like RJ Payne, what are y'all saying?

Not sure, but all this spit will put out all y'all flames

I'm short, like life insurance, put out all your claims

Then I'm back to my bucket list to scratch out all y'all names

M.E.T.H.O.D, oh yes, OG

Killa bees, we got them buzzing, y'all some S.O.B.s

Time's up, like OC, gotta keep it light, lowkey

I ain't come here to be polite, just keep them lights on me

Bitch, this a stick up

I want the jewelry, I want your wallet, get them chips up

Get on the floor, hand on the four, nobody get up

Keep it cool, don't make a move, keep your lips hushed

Won't be no hiccups

Trap money before the deal, bitch, we been up

Who's right behind me and they blick up?

****, keep fucking around like you can't get touched

We come and stick up

It's gon' be a stickup

Okay, National Geographic, I'm passionate with the ratchet

Coke game was a classic, I taxed it, but then I passed it

My yay was that butter, yo ock, we never stutter

Three Ds on the roof, they used to watch me every summer

Shaolin in buff, a lot of brown in the cup

It's a army that's around me out of town in them trucks

Lot of rounds in the cut, jot it down if it's tough

He'd a melt all the snow till you drown in the slush

Two scales on the counter, new sales all around us

Stay flier than the drone so the feds wanna drown us

Mask on, filling up the duffle till the cash gone

Loading up my while my lady put her lash on

We the Empire State, big stick by the safe

Team sick by the way you get clip by the K

Meditating smoking, I be talking to P

Spitting survival of the fittest while I walk down these streets

Bitch, this a stick up

I want the jewelry, I want your wallet, get them chips up

Get on the floor, hand on the four, nobody get up

Keep it cool, don't make a move, keep your lips hushed

Won't be no hiccups

Trap money before the deal, bitch, we been up

Who's right behind me and they blick up?

****, keep fucking around like you can't get touched

We come and stick up

It's gon' be a stickup

Okay, it's drum work and the drum work and the gun work

So it's him or me, whatever come first

I done worst, been chosen from birth

Just think of phone sex, they couldn't come close

Catch a sun stroke

Oh, you got heart? I blow it out, followed by blunt smoke

It's on, I'm up first

Watch 'em every step, like a upskirt

Like my trust broke, snatch his kid, how much his son worth?

They still ain't find him after a month search

It's too much dirt, they let it go, too much work

His fan can't keep goin', it's too much heard

He see all the shots fly up close, he got the floor view

Shout out to King James, I just upped the score too

That mag got kick like a horseshoe, he gon' need a horseshoe, it's World War II if you push me

Bet won't nobody pull through, this life we in that we was born to we was forced to

But whether you die, it's your choice to

Get down or lay down, it's on you

It's awful how I off that boy and act cordial like it's normal

Like a **** model, middle fingers to the court room

Mothafucka

Yeah, real dope boy shit, used to throw money and strokers

Moved out the hood, still get my grass cut by a smoker

My brody in the feds, he a got an iPhone and a poker

Pack shopping the Denver plug, getting me good numbers like Joker

It's nothing to throw off, five-hundred-pound order at you, I fuck with the grower

If **** even look wrong, brody upping his blower

I could meet a bitch tonight, but after I fuck her, I don't know her

Shootin' out the back of her eyes, seven-crime legend

I'm tryna stack this money tall as a **** that's standin' 5' 7"

**** ain't stoppin', I'm blockin' my breasters, told that ho

She lucky to even be here in my presence

She took a PJ before, but not the jumble

Used to get a block and sell it four-way for the matrumble, my vision is tunnel

My kicks is twenty-two hundel, I spent through the jungle

If you can sell it, then I can front you, ****

You can give me any drug, we sell a lot of it

The rumor is, we was fuckin' with boy, no payin' part of this shit

In Venice, Italy, penne arrabbiata this

****, we ball enough gas, we on a water taxi

Drum work