Blowing The Speakers

Yeah (Yeah), Murda on the beat so it's not nice

Yeah (Yeah)

And yeah (And yeah)

Yeah

We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)

We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)

We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)

We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)

In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)

While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)

Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)

Yes, we came a long way from the bottom

We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)

We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)

We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)

We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)

In my Ferragana-Ferragamo

(Yeah)

While they fear the God, I fear the problem

(Yeah)

Bitch, we be comin' to win

(Uh)

Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

In a Panamera Porsche (Ugh)

Color marinara sauce (Ugh)

Color soundin' like I split a atom, put the body on a cross (Yeah)

Doin' this shit like you can't imagine

Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms (Bitches be whippin' Phantoms)

My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit all flatten (Yah)

See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)

Hannibal Lecter with flows (Damn)

Very selective with hoes

Despite I'm the nigga she chose (Damn)

Get imported fabrics from Morocco (Yeah, yeah)

Ship with a ten million dollar condo (Yeah, yeah)

Just to me Macho C-Camacho (Yeah, yeah)

Leadin' the flacas, they gotta follow (Yeah)

We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)

We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)

We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)

We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)

In my Ferragana Ferragamo (Uh)

While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)

Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)

Yes, we came a long way from the bottom

We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)

We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)

We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)

We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)

In my Ferragana Ferragamo

(Yeah)

While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)

Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)

Yes, we came a long way from the bottom

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let me take off my coat 'cause it's hot in this bitch

(Hot in this bitch)

I been gettin' my dough, just talkin' my shit (Talkin' and livin')

'Bout to fuck with these hoes, follow the whip (Follow, follow)

And they know exactly what to do, follow the script

I'm in the gate and I'm countin' the profit

While shittin' on niggas, you never could stop it

Future Bugattis, you know I'ma cop it

Then kill all these niggas, you know, when I drop it

Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (Damn)

Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (Damn)

It's all up in my blood, they know it's biologic (Yee)

You can give 'em all a new feast for the street

I'ma give 'em the food so my niggas can eat

When I'm livin' the truth, that's always when I speak

Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat

And I make all you niggas play this on repeat

Watch me lift up the buildin' and fuck up the beat

While I spend all this money, I want a receipt

When you niggas cool off I'll be givin' you heat

And you know we'll be back just to fuck up the streets

We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)

We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)

We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)

We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)

In my Ferragana Ferragamo (Uh)

While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)

Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)

Yes, we came a long way from the bottom

We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)

We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)

We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)

We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)

In my Ferragana Ferragamo (Yeah)

While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)

Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)

Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)