The Underachievers - Last Call

Hello
(YDNA)

I'm a Backwoods nigga, them gangstas with us
From far, that's word to the set
Brought the MACs out with us, he backed out with it
Your team get hit with the TEC
Whoa, that's foul, my nigga, I dive in bitches
In the world just to get in checks
Yeah we a mile high nigga, with the Gods right with us
Relaxed, still smoking the best

I got the light, now she open like Lotus
I get so high, I be feeling heroic
No GMO, get my weed from the growers
AK the illest, most valuable poet
I put a four in the two, yeah, I pour it
You got some snakes in your grass, better mow it
She give me brain, like she download a modem
Trap with the pole, I ain't talkin' bout totem, uh

My team be with it, my bitch be sinnin'
My VS hittin', my wrist be spinnin'
My cheese get spittin', my benz ain't rented
My shit ain't tinted, my fit authentic
My Gs ain't friendly, my gangstas with it
Your ganstas missing, we black star living
Your sack ain't hittin', your wax ain't with you
Your strap ain't with you, don't press that

Spittin' that fire no match for the coast
Park that shit up and I'm passin' the smoke
No hockey puck, but that ice on me cold
She give it up like her life on the ropes
Nigga I'm winnin', you stuck on them bitches
I'm forth, and I'm inches, I get to gold
Handle my business, I started, I finished
And pardon my language, just smashing your ho, uh

Drop top, nigga, like hats off
Tip top fitted, like that's shock
Feel like winning, no mask off
Know no limit, like black card
Stick to my business, like that's all
Real life livin', no wack sauce
Keep my digits, my bank tall
Drink 'til I'm finished, like last call

I sip that Henny, I whip that belly
Make shorty get loose in the truck
Nigga, I grip that semi, my wrists feel heavy
My troops stay strapped for the fun
Yeah my hoes fuck with me, my chicks feel lucky
My team real comfy, your team look funny
That pack stay on me, your packs ain't potent
Your gang ain't homies, your strap ain't loaded (ay)

Call my connect get the pack for the low
Ain't bout a check, then I walk out the door
Strapped with the weapon, you step and we blow
Might loose my temper, and shoot up your home
My team official, you niggas is clones
She see the difference, that's why she be gone
I need my cheese, I need that provolone
These niggas vegan, so I eat it all, uh

Pull up on your bitch like skrrt
M4 coupe bumpin' A$AP Ferg
Niggas can't loose if you put in that work
Niggas can't shoot if they get clapped first
Whoa, won't pass you nothin', you pass out from it
No handouts, dummy, we cash out somethin'
Your life be frontin', your wife ain't loyal
Your time is broken, my eyes is sore

Talk a lot of shit, red dot em' like Hindu
You ain't coming back, nigga even with a Senzu
Shorty get attached, like Houdini gotta break loose
Gotta leave a mark, like graffiti what my days do
Grew up with the sharks, and you looking like bait food
Mommy go nuts, 'fore a nigga call her Babe Ruth
Smoke in my lungs, hit a nigga like a Quaalude
Claim you a thug, but these shells might change you, uh

Written by:
Marlon Fung, Akeem Joseph

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