In The Lab

Lyrics

[Intro: ShredGang Mone] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (byekyle) It's the biggest Shred (Shred, Shred, Shred) (Damn, JakeSand, Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred) [Verse 1: ShredGang Mone] The Drac' like a trumpet, get to shootin' it in public (Yeah) He don't like me? We robbed him or he a sucker (Shred, Shred) Think that I'm a barber, I get active with them cutters (Uh-huh) I'ma keep gettin' money long as packages keep comin' in My bag got a dub at the crib, another fifty (Yeah) If I go in the stash, a nigga gotta go missing (Gotta go missing) Always the tough nigga who ain't got a pot to piss in (Broke ass) Hit him with a hitstick, sеnd him with the fishes They forgot who I am, I gotta stay in my bag Until wе get the ones we want, we gon' stay on they ass (Come here) Get to biddin' on these niggas like I'm makin' a bet (Yeah) And the Draco got wood like I play for the Mets Play with a bet, then you might just get a shot in the face Hit him with switchy, it's lookin' like he joggin' in place (Yeah) Niggas don't never see me, they don't walk in the bank After I make this one move, I got a dollar to play, the biggest Shred [Verse 2: Big Money Rich] Ayy, money so straight, it's like it's out of the bank Just got fronted, I don't know how much powder she gave me Ayy, a run like this, I thank God 'cause I'm grateful (Thank God) White only in this bitch like the trap house is racial Ayy, when the tables turn, you gotta turn 'em again He don't like me 'cause of my brother, stepped on one of his mans He was a shark, but that headtap took all of his fins I ain't gon' lie, he was alive, bro would've done it again How the fuck you be wearin' all your jewelry 'round the robbers? If we see you niggas out, we start droolin' with saliva Knowin' that we 'bout to eat off you moolies like you pasta Knowin' that you niggas sweet like syrup on a Pop-Tart [Verse 3: MJPAID] Run it up to spend it on a bitch, niggas not smart Exotic pop, finna fill it up with Wockhardt Tones, he'd put that bitch in park, we see an opp cart I can see them M's comin' soon, that shit not far Last nigga played with the gang, he in God arms Only young bitch is straight, we eat cop cars Peepin' all the cap in your rap, that shit not hard I'll paint pastas 'round pop-up, look like pop art, nigga Been a real nigga from the start I don't gotta pay for shit, it ain't shit to clear a cart I done gave niggas time, bitch, the whole year ours Where the fuck PAID? I be blowed, near Mars [Verse 4: Fordio] Rolled up to a play, I guess them juggs is my alarm He ain't made no money all year, is that hard? I gotta get it, don't know why the fuck they'd rather starve Grab a pop and tint it, mama say it's gonna do me harm I'm ballin' for my niggas on the yard I'm trippin', I done wiped another card Then poured a three of Quag', dirt was feelin' parched Came a long way from juggin' niggas, clearin' carts MJ walked in YSL with Chrome Hearts Fuck I need you 'round if you can't even play your part? I done stuck my hand in every field, check the charts Would you believe it's stup off a hundred giffies in the cart?