We Need A Pilot

Lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you?) Talkin' 'bout a small delay, I think Ghetto Boy shit, nigga, how you doin', man? I'm doin' great, nigga [Verse] Shoutout to them niggas who be smackin' ends I'm tryna bang off the backboard, smack the rim Take a 'Zac, smoke a whole Black, I done cracked my rim Four chains, one watch on, that's a half an M He used to wear Mike shoes, they used to laugh at him He used to buy nickel bags, Mike went half with him Me and C got Glock 9s, he my ratchet twin I just beat the nigga ass, I wanna scrap again Yeah, I see you got hands, can you catch a ten? Have you ever drunk a ten and wrecked your Benz? Nigga, that was Hi-Tech How I take two 30s and ain't high yet? A nigga ain't beefin' with us if he ain't die yet That nigga ain't have no Qua', I threw a riot I ain't really got on the pie yet Load the PJ up, we need a pilot Bitch, I'll put a whole M inside your eyelids, let you see that Nigga, this ain't real 'za take your weed back Ayy, C, why the fuck do you got on a ski mask? She put me in a group chat 'cause I skeet fast I can do a song in six minutes 'cause I think fast That's shit talkin', that's punchin' in Beat the nigga ass two times, I wanna punch again Alright, Marc Boomin, punch me in Turn the pint upside down, they done punctured it Bitch turnt, I ain't comin' to function yet Hold my nose when I fuck the ho 'cause it stunk a bit Mike ain't Craig but he chunked a brick Me and bro on 15s, finna jump a bitch Man, I'm tryna hump a bitch Crack a egg on a bitch head, Brian Pumper shit .308 hit his car, nigga, bumper split I would never eat the cat, it's a bump on it This a real shotgun, you gotta pump on it Can't never wear my Gucci shirt again, got cum on it She was squirtin' everywhere in that damn bed I'll never buy the Hi-Tech if it's still red It gotta be African-American Yesterday we had got into it, I don't care again You say my ice look fake, why you starin' then? We ain't got on moissanite, it's all karats in it I wanna eat a shrimp salad with carrots in it I'm high as fuck, I need to sit in a chair a minute I think I took too many pills How you know Too Much Money Boys and don't remember Will? He was there when I turned myself in, I remember Phil And I seen him on the first day out, camera in his hand Give me real work I'll pay anything for a seal if it's real pert But before I pour a pop, give me a pill first Man, these niggas gay as hell, he got a real purse Put me and him in the same room, he gettin' killed first Whole back of the nigga head gone, he got killed worse I just woke up clappin', is we still in church? I was broke as hell, baby mama stealin' shirts That's some real shit, this a real switch Don't get killed quick, ask 'bout your baby, they peel shit Money is not everything, me and Will rich And Phil rich and Mike rich Not no nigga shit, he white rich They don't like Chris 'cause he kept it real Nigga took a quarter mill', shoulda kept that deal