Episode 5 - Wild Cats

We in the lab smokin' that good-good

Doin' everything hood-hood

Hey, man, let me get some weed, nigga

Like we should-should

Woo

Arrh-arrh-arrh-arhh

I don't think they ready for this

Wild cats

Boom boom

Meth Lab, second season

This how you make a song nigga

Ayy, ayy

Key to my city, my G is tricky, my tree is sticky

Stairway is pissy, the crown they give me don't even fit me (Huh)

King me, it's risky, if jiggy get me, I plead the fiffy

They'll never snitch me, judge'll convict me, so just acquit me

The fuzz against me, I'm butter-slippery, they think I'm shifty

Zero to sixty, it's just a quickie, you blink, you miss me

I'm just a fishy, got my bread and my chedda crispy

My queen prissy, I kill her dead if she ever quit me

These hoes only look good when

Tipsy, they said I'm picky, that's perfect

You done scratched the surface, go 'head and sniff me

I'm pushin' fifty, can't find your woman? She pushin' wit' me

Was pushin' lifty, the family business was pushin' piffy

That pusher in me, I did it gritty, no pretty in me

I'm pretty trendy, I had to spend me a pretty penny

One outta many, last to fend me, too many envy

Don't gimmie-gimmie

I do it dirty, no shimmy-shimmy

It's Hanz-arello but you can 'em Shameek from Belly

Method giselle, we comin' out, we gon' catch a felly

About the jelly, the P-L-O what we call the deli

The Lab we smelly, could smell it all in your Pelle Pelle (Woo)

Barq or Cola like refrigerators but ain't no Perry

Careful fuckin' with regulators across the ferry

It's necessary, I gotta bury my adversary

These niggas scary, we commandeering this commissary

This shit is manly, a little somethin', so don't get weary

Wild cats from Missouri, I be your judge and jury

I love a girly who get it poppin', you'll feel the fury

We tellin' Siri to call the pigs to come get near me (C'mon)

Hit a killer to be a killer but ain't no skelly

Pissin' on 'em, we shittin' on 'em, but no R. Kelly

Speakin' country to country, grammar, but ain't no Nelly

Once upon a- from Shaolin wit' no Shkreli

Yow, We them wild cats

You don't want that dope,

We keep slangin' 'til it's right on your Coach, come on

Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at?

I got 'em right in my scope,

Leave 'em dead 'til I turn 'em ghosts, you know?

Yow, we them wild cats

You don't want that smoke, we ain't rich, so we goin' for broke, nigga

Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at?

We fittin' to go at they throats

You must be a kiddin' tryna go with at the goats

Come on

Yo, when I ain't sober, I'm bi-polar, invite me over

Doc be dumpin' his ashes in your baby stroller

When I was young I ate paint, lead, with quarter waters

Now Red red linin' the Range Rover motor

I smoke west of the border, your bud outta order

I go apeshit, I'm a Caesar with a little Koba

Tell your boss I'm the opposite of a Trump voter

Yo dude, this wild cat not from Villanova

I'm in the cut, like a buck fifty, I Tony Toka

Your side piece, I'ma poke her and then I adios her

My hood house on the block, we real estate brokers

We make it sound like Forth of July in October

The Bricks, Tommy Motolla, yeah, I'm a high-roller

I write the crack that'll bring back Lamar Odom

That girl got good brains, I know she got diplomas

She fuckin' with a Goodfella, Ray Liotta

I'm kind of a big deal, I'm from the killin' hill

You shackin' a fool, barbeque chicken on the grill

I'm not your run of the mill, so play your peep skills

I hope your girl's on the pill 'cause she's a cheap thrill

We shoot to kill, blood spill for that dollar bill

Your body parts'll be landfilled in Potter's Field

You ain't really real, you bust when pressure build

Like steel water in pipes when the winter chill

My Louieville slugger, I call it Lucille

See Lucy Lou, you like Kill Bill, the kid's ill

The doc fillet 'em like veal, you see his last meal

Your brains spill on your duck bill when caps peeled

Might rupture my Achille heel chasin' this hunnid mills

Streetlife, I'm hard to kill, call me the man of steel

Real recognize real, I got mass appeal

You Massengil, you all ass like Tip Drill

Yow, We them wild cats

You don't want that dope,

We keep slangin' 'til it's right on your Coach, come on

Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at?

I got 'em right in my scope,

Leave 'em dead 'til I turn 'em ghosts, you know?

Yow, we them wild cats

You don't want that smoke, we ain't rich, so we goin' for broke, nigga

Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at?

We fittin' to go at they throats

You must be a kiddin' tryna go at the goats

Come on