Wild Oats

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Let the sawed-off rip, tore off your hip We draw the 5th, we don't forfeit Talk shit, they find you 'round tortoises and crawfish Your bitch up in the morgue all stiff Pardon my awkwardness, the pump long as shit, ooh Life's like a jungle, not a jungle gym Played with guns, we once was kids Now the Benz white like rice from Uncle Ben's Peep the layout, used to bring the cane down on the greyhound Hoes would play me, now my Bally kicks is made of baby cow Don't make me pull Stacy's out My heat will never push the safety down, it's all gravy, pal You know how we play We pimp the bitches into the grave or to the crazy house I'm made, it ain't just a-ok to take me out The hitter had to be sanctioned by Gabriel I have angels around, wear chains with nasal on the kitchen table The 4 limb sable was maple brown The cape hang down, for you to relate, it may take a while Y'all some real live victims, niggas is straight jive turkey With all the fixes, you get burned and then we murk in sixes [Break] Fuck niggas Ayo, the nigga, there he go right there Pull over, pull over, pull over Y'all already know, nigga Just pull close [Verse 2] We CEOs beat your feet, ho, 5 Gs spent on my peacoat, my bitches deepthroat My speech is dope, just a needle poke could be considered to be a lethal dose I do you something medieval and gross I just flow the people spoke, my toast sound like the Migos My pistol like it's Clicquot, my Rollie pin gold Fingerbones with stones, my cologne alone 800 bones I don't need to say nothing to hoes, looking self-absorbed in the Porsche Fire lines, they thought I wrote these songs with a welding torch I'm back in my bag of tricks, I'm back to scratch the itch You haven't had a fix 'til you had this, got 'em leaning off the talk My tall thing like Lena Horne in just leotard Feels good to be in charge, push European cars just because Give you the blues, blood, but you not cuz, we true blue bloods, bruh Ruined my lungs, I smoke so much they thought I grew bud I'm ghetto like my name Junebug I was thuggin' when it wasn't cool to move drugs Fool, I used to think school was for chumps Now I'm in Bermuda by the pool with the trunks Books by the bunch, just to think I was a crook once