Tom Chambers

Don't get in my way

Don't get in my way

Get in my way

Shots gon' spray

Get in my way

Don't get in my way

Don't get in my way

When it was 17 a gram

If you shave it right you can make a yard

Mix the yay with the baking soda to make it hard

Michael Goyard on the scarf that's a start

I play my hands like a card shark

Palm the ace of hearts

Made my mark without taking part in the dark arts

We don't partake in any cake that's made with bacon lard

In any shape or form

They some broads playing gangster lord

Chains on like whores put makeup on their flaws

If your source is abroad then we all on the same accord

No change or coin can put these boys on this train of thought

Champagne corks on the car yo

Lady play with my balls cause I ain't one to make small talk

Especially baby not while the game is on dog

They say I'm the greatest

It's not to be taken with a grain of salt

Motherfucker that's a Fendi

I bust my gun 'less empty

A hundred round drum this could be lengthy

MCs sent to me on one bent knee

"Heavies the head" they said when they met the king

Strawberry crush red promethazine

17 Different revenue streams

I'm a much better pedigree

The last thing said to me from an enemy

Made me want to bulletproof everything

Pirate

Cost me 15 grand to bulletproof this cut

New York Giants

It's gonna cost me more

Listen

Bullet

The type of shit we on

Don't give a fuck about your small town

Or them little blocks that you hustle on

I remain poised

My 40 cal make a loud noise

All my niggas is cocaine cowboys

Don't make me shoot up your one horse town

Have intercourse with your bitch then drive my Porsche around

Have my enforcers lay my gangster down

72 Ounces a few pounds of loud

Any drama king keep a street sweeper to control the crowd

Go to your local strip bar throw a couple thou

Put some fiends on the corner have 'em hand the samples out

Give your team 36 ounces and tell 'em break it down

When the product's right and the ticket's good

You might see me in a hooptie supplying your hood

In the kitchen with them fumes

Couple fiends dirty needles and spoons

Bitches in different rooms shitting out balloons

I don't think you niggas in tune

I'm on a different frequency

Street sweeper don't fit beneath the seat

The spliff we hit it was dipped in PCP

Thieves stole bricks from the chief's teepee

Flee the scene but didn't get off squeaky clean

You must be completely green

My hood wild like Caprini green

Shit don't come easy

Everything you see is covered with graffiti

Your queen rub the meat to summon a genie

Being I'm somewhat of a deity

She gon' kneel to me like these Jesus feet

It's all written this is preconceived

Even the priest gon' crease his knees

To kiss the VV's and the pinky ring

Bona fide hustler but I still chop the shotgun like a buzz cut

That's for when push come to shove

You're thrown under the bus pretty much

It's litty

This all come from the left titty bruh