Marino Infantry, OG Don, A$AP ANT - Green Eggs & Ham lyrics

Shit, damn

Woke up this morning
Eat my green eggs and ham
Niggas up in my business dawg
Really don't give a damn 30 up in my pocket
We will shoot him if we can
I'm loading up, loading up
I got a four and I pour it up
Off a perc 30 now I'm throwing up
How you say that you gang
You was never with us
And I'm smoking biscotti you
Smelling the must
I pull up in a foreign, I ain't riding a bus
Shit, fuck, I wasn't 'posed to cuss
Niggas be playing too much
My shooter be spraying too much
Gotta keep going till I hit the finish line
If I don't got my choppa, I stay with my nine
She look at my cup, she thought it was wine
223s to his spine

Margiela my pants, my shirt number 9
My momma just told me wait for your time
I'm smoking on candy, it's Gushers
Yellow Louis Vuitton, mustard
You the secretary boy I'm the governor
You put your heart in that bitch
I don't trust her
Cash Money on me, I feel like I'm Baby
Maniac, I'm going crazy

I'm going crazy as fuck
Pull up in a big body Tonka truck
I'm smoking exotic, it's leaving me stuck
When she walk in the room
Then you know that she fucked
You only be talking, you doing too much
If I say it, I do it i get to the bucks
And I'm up in the hills
I'm cooling with sluts
My first shotgun, imma shoot it and bust

We don't need security, we don't get touched
I'm on my last line, I'm pouring the crush
Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Huh, I get it like I'm 50
Chest was flat, I paid for the titties
Mickey Mouse, yall niggas Minnies
Boyz n the hood, shot him like he Ricky
Shout out Flacko Jodye, I'm feeling pretty
Dior sandals, I feel like I'm Moses
Tell the truth, don't sugarcoat it

I'm in the streets and I got a motive
I control the block like a controller
Gucci my socks, Balenci my runners
Underground, feel like Harriet Tubman
Potato on the chop, you don't hear nothing
She wanna fuck with a nigga that's buzzing
Shout out to Addie you know that's my cousin
I get the guap and you know that I double it
If it's not more then 10
Then you know I ain't touching it
I love getting money
The shit for the fun of it

If Don don't like it
Then I'm not trusting you
You talking shit, the gun gave him a melon
If a whale need water, then imma sell it