DJ Muggs, Roc Marciano - Wild Oats lyrics

Let the sawed-off rip, tore off your hip
We draw the 5th, we don't forfeit talk shit
They find you 'round tortoises and crawfish
Your bitch up in the morgue all stiff
Pardon my awkwardness, the pump long as shit
Ooh life's like a jungle, not a jungle gym
Played with guns, we once was kids
Now the Benz white like rice from Uncle Ben's
Peep the layout
Used to bring the cane down on the greyhound
Hoes would play me
Now my Bally kicks is made of baby cow
Don’t make me pull Stacy’s out
My heat will never push the
Safety down, it’s all gravy, pal
You know how we play
We pimp the bitches into the grave
Or to the crazy house
I’m made, it ain’t just a-ok to take me out
The hitter had to be sanctioned by Gabriel
I have angels around
Wear chains with nasal on the kitchen table
The 4 limb sable was maple brown
The cape hang down, for you to relate
It may take a while
Y'all some real live victims
Niggas is straight jive turkey
With all the fixes
You get burned and then we murk in sixes

Fuck niggas
Ayo, the nigga, there he go right there
Pull over, pull over, pull over
Y'all already know, nigga just pull close

We CEOs beat your feet, ho, 5
Gs spent on my peacoat
My bitches deepthroat my speech is dope
Just a needle poke could be considered
To be a lethal dose
I do you something medieval and gross
I just flow the people spoke
My toast sound like the Migos
My pistol like it's Clicquot
My Rollie pin gold fingerbones with stones
My cologne alone 800 bones
I don't need to say nothing to hoes
Looking self-absorbed in the Porsche
Fire lines, they thought I wrote these songs
With a welding torch
I'm back in my bag of tricks
I'm back to scratch the itch
You haven't had a fix 'til you had this
Got 'em leaning off the talk
My tall thing like Lena Horne in just leotard
Feels good to be in charge
Push European cars just because
Give you the blues, blood, but you
Not cuz, we true blue bloods, bruh
Ruined my lungs
I smoke so much they thought I grew bud
I'm ghetto like my name Junebug
I was thuggin' when it wasn't
Cool to move drugs
Fool, I used to think school was for chumps
Now I'm in Bermuda by the
Pool with the trunks books by the bunch
Just to think I was a crook once