Adele

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Go, ain't talkin' 'bout bands, I exit Kick 'em out the section Paper, no election Talkin' 'bout 'bows, then I'm invested in Want smoke with us? Won't reckon Everything bigger in Texas, nigga Big gun came with a kit, came with a drum Nigga, don't quit your day job (Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh) [Chorus] This shit can get ugly, Tony Snell Ain't shit in the trap, but a stick and a scale Walkin' with that Mac', ain't talkin' 'bout Dell First thing they do in a jam is sound like Adele Baggin' up Runtz and it's straight through the mail Droppin' a fuck nigga right on the scale Me and Ben tight like Kenan and Kel I'm tired of the rapping, just stick to the trapping then Blacked out the whip like I'm part of thе government Servin' thе bag right out of the Cullinan Can't run with the sack, keep stumblin' Throw me the money, I bet you I double that shit [Verse 2] Stick in my pants, they seen it on accident Pull a opp out of the hat like a magic trick Niggas ain't playin' they role, we apart of the script Big gun, four-five just like Tim Had blacked the whip, I'm accurate The cheese, I'm stackin' it Had to cut the bitch off, I didn't like her titties They all of my son's, and I'm proud of my mini-me's Keep two guns, one for the trap and my enemies We play for keeps and it's stuck on the bench I'm flexin' and you spend your time at the gym And ain't sparrin' nan' nigga when it comes to that check Need my money like Tim New foreign car, gave it a spin Versace my eye when I shot through the lens [Chorus] This shit can get ugly, Tony Snell Ain't shit in the trap, but a stick and a scale Walkin' with that Mac', ain't talkin' 'bout Dell First thing they do in a jam is sound like Adele Baggin' up Runtz and it's straight through the mail Droppin' a fuck nigga right on the scale Me and Ben tight like Kenan and Kel I'm tired of the rapping, just stick to the trapping then Blacked out the whip like I'm part of the government Servin' the bag right out of the Cullinan Can't run with the sack, keep stumblin' Throw me the money, I bet you I double that shit [Verse 3] Steppin' and my feet hurt Since a baby, I been real nigga since birth SRT go, skrt We pour up the dirty 'cause that's where we come from Dark outside, still pour up the syrup Countin' up these racks got me missin' my exit Pour up that Act', can't come to this section I'm makin' the chicken in minutes, they come back for seconds Diamonds, they fight like Tekken Everything big in Texas, stay with a weapon [Outro] Stay with it