Boldy James, Heem B$F, Chase Fetti, Black Soprano Family - Mustachios lyrics

Uh 227
Let's get it

Ayy, hear me
These niggas sick I came Stanley Steemer
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, boomerangin' on my
All them glass slippers and pumpkins
Not no fairy tale
Put the blues on the iron maiden
That's a carousel i'm Jay Jerkins with the
Morphine since Sam Perkins
For the fourteen, finger rollin'
I think I'm Iceman Gervin
Blunt in my left, steering wheel
In my right hand, swervin'
Three thousand pills in a light tan 'Burban
Off of I10 merging to my Turkish
Plug with Durk and cuz burnin' crud
These niggas lie more than a Persian rug
I'm in the woo wherе uncle
Woadie touchin' big baggies
On thе IQ, it's like the Mix Factory
Ever since the death of Daphne
I been livin' dastardly
Poured the drank so thick
My cup look like I'm sippin' daiquiris
While all these niggas rappin' me
It ain't no cappin' me
It's mafia, what else? You already know
Where we at with me, let's get it

Just got a chopper with the dirty wood
My name good, I'm from a dirty hood
Fuck with Crips
But no Bloods bigger than Suge
Heard him talkin', I wish he would
First he say it to my back
Then he give me dap and show me love
I'm quarterbackin', throwin' slugs
Break a quarter down in
Crumbs, hit the block, and run it up a dub
Got dead homies, many hold a grudge
I need revenge in blood
I'm thinkin' 'bout it, slippin' on my gloves
When I die, tell 'em give me doves
And take me through the slums
Point 'em in the sky, empty out the guns
Smokin' stinky, fuckin' up my lungs
We dress up like bums
Use sneaker boxes like they trust funds
They turned on me, I trust none
Dumpin' ashes off the blunt as I'm
Plottin' on my next run
Could hit the plug, tell him, "Send a ton"
But fuck that, I'm done
I'm tryna stash a milli' for my son

I make that coke walk on
Water like Jesus' legs
Raided the 'rib twice, I beat the feds
My three-five the size of Easter eggs
They say that life's a gamble
But I keep some spread
I call your shorty if I need some head
And I could tell you how her mind work
But you can ask the fiends and they
Gon' tell you how my dimes work
You bums can't even find work but I'm hirin'
Disrespect, then they firin'
On the block like I'm Burnham
I'm shootin' until I'm tired
I'm the God, nigga
Service is where I learned how
To swipe the card, nigga
You know who we are, nigga
Biceps is swole from shootin'
Diddy in they arm
My dope a nine, this shit the bomb
I be feelin' like Saddam, nigga
Look, a whole war 'cause you ain't
Cook it to the oils so I gots to have them
Hitters lookin' for you
You wrap it in that plastic
Have niggas distribute for you
And you's a bitch, I tell 'em push up on you