Lyrics

[Intro: Termanology] I told my brother Tek (Yo) "Steel sharpen steel" You know how we do [Verse 1: Termanology & Tek] Fresh dressed whip, armor all down Boppin' through your town, bumpin' James Brown (Hey) Gelato and jet fuel the neck jewels I son these rappers, they was born from a test tube Termanology, Tek too, respect due (Respect) Them crabs in a bucket, lyin' in a cesspool We not like them, homie, we grown men And body anybody you put in your top 10, fact I'm feelin' like I'm reborn with adamantium under my skin Welcome to my world, the Wolverine with the pen I keep a mean fit, mean whip, mean bitch I mean shit, the fif got a mean kick (Buck) When unloaded with the hollows it get dark for a nigga Think it's a pussy, how I'm finger-fuckin' the trigger Term, that's my twin, back-to-back in the foreigns Goosebumps is formin', hear the money that's callin' [Chorus: Termanology & Tek] Put Gs in the bag, double Gs on the tag (So Gucci) Movin' so much gas, niggas gotta weigh the cash (Weigh the cash?) Uh, I put 50 in the stash Put 20s on the slab, we just chillin' on the ave (On the ave) Put Gs in the bag, double Gs on the tag (So Gucci) Tek, Term, you see, you salute (Salute) Say what's up, we the truth (We the truth) Show respect before the truce Hit you with the drum like a loop (Uh) [Verse 2: Termanology & Tek] I'm gettin' fitted for outfits, Moet and Cris' My chick rich like Kylie, Khloe and Kris You get thrown in a ditch, po's won't find a print (Naw) You shoulda had the lawyer read through your fine print From favorite rappers from '9-6, my rhyme slick We used to do sticks, ridin' round to the licks Grey Benz with the presidential tints (Skrt, skrt) If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense I never thought I'd see the day (Uh uh) To bring us so much dismay To take a pic with a nigga, push a bitch out the way It ain't a life for me, solid G, I don't know who raised ya TNT, Term and Tek, double-barrel danger See me, step right, off white bet like blow dice Throw six, head twice, no cap, I'm that nice (Damn) Big belly, black Buddha, buck at one time (One time) Don't nobody move, it's money on the line [Chorus: Termanology & Tek] Put Gs in the bag, double Gs on the tag (So Gucci) Movin' so much gas, niggas gotta weigh the cash (Weigh the cash?) Uh, I put 50 in the stash Put 20s on the slab, we just chillin' on the ave (On the ave) Put Gs in the bag, double Gs on the tag (So Gucci) Tek, Term, you see, you salute (Salute) Say what's up, we the truth (We the truth) Show respect before the truce Hit you with the drum like a loop (Uh)