Make It Last

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) AR with the drum attached, we— AR with the drum attached, we— bitch AR with the— hm [Verse] AR with the drum attached, we a marching band Ain't throwin' neck, she get tossed in the garbage can Shinin' like the sun now, they wasn't in the dark with Stan Funny he got ate with big chop when I parked the Lam' Fuck the whole human race, I'm a Martian man Dog Shit Militia be my troops, if I bark, they blam 2017, all I knew was write a card and jam I been takin' off, now it's time to see how far I land Reach for my neck, I send more shots than a bar, my man .223'll twist your top off like a jar, my man Fuck a granny, bitch, I ain't got no heart, I scam I ain't got no love for a thotty, but I heart my fans Out in traffic in that TRX, buddy car got rammed When I upped the hitstick, was shocked how many yards he ran Crack his egg open, doggy sweeter than a marzipan Got more motherfuckin' green on me than a Spartans fan Only buy that shit if it's on sale, you the bargain man Talkin' hot, but when I caught him out, he was a harmless man Could never chase a bitch, the only thing I target's bands Still'd have a firearm attached if I was armless, man Still'd run it up if I was legless, too If you ain't throwin' neck, you might as well be headless, boo I ain't duckin' shit but the feds and troops All this chicken on me, you would think I got some eggs in coops Rappin' 'bout some 'za, the only thing he blow is reg and boof They think I'm a pirate, only thing that's on my head is loot Cuddy say that he can't be hisself without the meds and juice Got a little model bitch, I love the way her edges swoop Where the fuck is Stan? You can catch him where some paper at Fuckin' bitches, makin' money where the Lakers at Need a big fitted, everthing he sayin' major cap Walk 'em down in Christian, send his ass where the Savior at Throat G.O.A.T., that's your bitch, boy, I named her that Talkin' out his neck, how his face where them lasers at This bitch like a live audience the way the banger clap Doggy better duck if we bust, 'cause we aim for hats Got the Glock, but my bitch, she'll mace his ass State troop' flick his lights, I'ma race his ass He ain't lock that back door up and they snaked his ass Need an apron now for my dough or I'll bake his ass Say smoke, I'ma roll up and go face his ass All these Maharas in my closet, I'm a Maison addict He ain't got a whip yet, he had to take a cab How you want a bad bitch and you can't even pay the tab? Feel like I'm runnin' out of time, gotta make it fast At the same time, I'm on the run, tryna make it last Can never chase a ho, only chase a bag You Ninja Turtle-ass opps like to hang with rats If the sign on the venue got my name, it's packed Gotta know that every single person on my gang is strapped Big fully, bet I Swiss cheese when I'm aimin' that R.I.P. $cams, might go to his grave and give gang a jack Bitch, Dog Shit Militia