All Anglez

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dikulz] Time is just money so every second that you wasting is money You stealing out my pocket I'm pouncing a profit You pussies pouting over pennies and producing no penny and products Yeah, you hard off them drugs until you finally fuck around and get yo arteries plugged I party with thugs Don't start it, you don't want no parts of it Inside the park is where your marks will find your carcass is drugged, listen Feeling like [bleezer?], run through my veins C-card is my drug I'm cold and they battle my remarks Know to turn sharks into pups Kill em at every angle, I do what ain't able Understand that's why they call on me I'm clutches 4th quarter we down 12 no time hurry I'm Curry give me the ball homie See, I'm precise when I shoot My mind's aloof, I put you down so you can die with no shoot (Why!?) Why, cause I may go [hooch-as?] Brainsick and Z wave We keeping the mind on the loot-less [Verse 2: Z] Aye I squat and I shitted offensive a minute I pop at the critics like Dikulz go, we off in a minute We off on suspension Fire Squad let your mind off beginning Saliva acidic I'm praying for my goddess's permission so fuck I don't really care if they don't see em where the air thin Pockets see my Airbends I process their skins Tripping up out my chair when they talk about a Piraña turn into a bear there Somebody get the meds and stuff and pour it in the air vents Fuck it we the chairmen All angles we stall strangles 16s we hairpin 360s their mind's spinning Swinging talking arrogant Skipped out on therapy my bitch just wanna hair grip Strikes, I don't spare shit The ball roll on air kiss Top, that's apparent Competition getting cared again Music's never severed Guess I'll fuck it, I'mma tear shit Fire Squad come at you, come battle we getting dead and sporadic You can't compare shit, mattock and split the frantic who's napping and that's apparent They factions are really rapping and actually real embarrassing (We back) Whether defying gravity, artillery in the basement talking that I don't care shit ( I don't fucking care man) These rappers don't know the basics Business I put my faith in, it's all about conversation (c'mon man lets go) [Verse 3: Dikulz & Z] We get intricate with it to get the interest and be done and take your dividends with it It's imminent, this independent business infinite get it No ends and you get the pistol now your sister is finna get with it [Z] All of the other rappers garbing they starving we pick apart up a martyr That's why my art is regardless They see [my garbing?] I'm artist I need my parking, they probably just can't afford it Our profit just need to orbit, c'mon [Dikulz] Giving you raps with the price until you ain't got enough and make me curious to call your bluff, huh Giving that ass and a knife That motherfucker just wanna take you serious, okay, now give me all your stuff [Z] Empty the pockets quickly Was wolfing like you a pile of punk Dropping a couple options, no talking, that's why my dollars pump Walk upon the stage you were mobbing just like a water-gun They talking trying to soften they options Bottom bunk [Dikulz] So we walk in this bitch with a mug on our face like shit, where the guap? Call you on the private cop, better just break me out before you wind up on the block they get [Z] They starting four [Drop you was?] broke without basics Nope, they client perry This whole, the show blazing I'm so pass for a play and I'm constantly entertained Yo fucking up our range And I'm trying to go saying (Fuck)