Lyrics:
consuming rhymes like viral thrills
Time climbing deals, in coaches
When trained in disinfection, fixed contact in focus flowings
Lyricist above your twist
and we rollin'
Man we trying to catch a contact
Hit up all the hoes that we can contact
Let the smoke roll through your contacts
Sendin' every number when
on our peeps
Rest in peace to the ones that brought the power to our fleet
Get out your seats, real hip hop is back up in these streets
RBG, Army in
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the leader that I could not
Well, now it seems I'm all alone again
My dad is gone, and the Earth is nothing now
This fleet contains what's left of mankind
mane
TWIN WOLVES on top of the game
Bitch hold still
I'm
Bout to lose it
Bitch get into it
NINE ONE O
Fleet Records stamp and approve it
Bitch who do it
phone and a tool with it
I'm bout that bruh I'm too with it
Aye Uh
Hop out of the coupe with it
Drop top, out the roof with it
Bad girls and they too with
tracks (Trace)
I got 'em draped in black
Waiting for the day
You get wacked (Wack)
Smoking on you (Smoke)
Til ya homies catch a contact (Contact
but your not asleep got that contact, I know, your high as the trees
C'mon roll that spark it up, it's alright with me if you want to feel good then I'm
You so cold, can I hit you at your contact
Pouring out the bottle should I stop or should I relapse
Me and you together, you know opposites attract
presidential poppin out Suburbans
Leave em in hospital beds nigga, need emergency contacts, shit is urgent
I swear I be doin my best, its not enough for shorty
on me, save the contact, that's my fleet, bitch
Trap hole, they fucking hurt without the sheet shit
If you don't get the message, nigga, that's the vibe
a boy and half a man
He ain't a fool but he's a tool
Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'
He'd keep a King Kong eating out of the palm
than mf glee
I got the box of the tools on da seat
Her pussy so water just call the fleet
Jump in that bitch and i drown like the sea
Why do these niggas
Women flash us, don't know ya better ask us
A bastard, wit' more contacts than Lens Crafters
Tear down the rafters, venereals couldn't clap us
You need
Give a fuck bout your man
Put me in your phone you still got my contact as no name
Every day in the streets I got no shame
Brody rooting for me he like
waiting for the come back
For the lens i'll lense i'll be needed for the contact
Mobb up glock 27 compact
Shots off can you tell me where the funds at
Run
Contact!!!
Encountering a fleet of alien spacecraft
Better shoot first one gunner decides
Missiles strike out from Mercurion
Aliens are taken by
gotta get your crew up
We just came home right back to my palace with some tools
I think I just seen Flacko with a Glock nineteen gon' boom
I just dropped
Will it be you? Time perfection, defense selection
Intercept without detection
Will it be you?
My contact's made with your feeble raid
Your fleet
you move
Cause I can
Cause I can
Treat you like one of my tools
Cause I can
Cause I can
Menace them while looking cute
Cause I can
Cause I can
Cause I
Fleet of foot, beat the rising tide
Cinder block soles in the clear of my throat
Do you know what I found?
Do you know what I found?
Agitate
get a tour date
MMG we winning bitch, go check what the score say
[Chorus]
Hundred stacks, Frank watch
Mill at the crib with them tools out
The Last MOB Flyin' The Bugatti With The Tool On The Seat
Put the K in the car while we ridin' blaze
Put the chopper on the pussy in the driveway
Bet
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