Slayter, RetcH, Smoke DZA, Benny the Butcher - DIABOLICAL lyrics

Yeah, you could hate me now, pssht
Bitch nigga, cold game, chyeah

I might just dock off in the
Hill with a model bitch (Rrah)
Popped a half a thirty
Shorty threw it back and I demolished it
(Facts)
Asked about you in your hood and they
Told me you was not legit (Pussy)
We the last of a dyin' breed
I hope they acknowledge it (For real)
I hope that when I go I'm remembered
(Ha, for real) i got a heart full of anger
(Damn)
Poppin' Percocets like I'm injured (Shit)
Nigga tried to rob me
That was way back in September (Way back)
So I held the AK to the sky like it's Simba
(Frrp) we ain't have no heater
It was cold in December (Bah)
Coldest day in the winter (Bah)
Dropped the top in the winter (Chyeah)
We ain't got not time
For fuckin' hidden agendas
Police run in the spot
We put the drugs in the blender (Rr)
20 20 vision, tunnel vision
Ain't no competition (Grr)
Niggas used to call us them magicians
We made shit go missin' (yeah)
Used to post up in the dirty kitchen
Slayter water whippin' (Whip, whip)
We was out here doin' other shit
That we don't gotta mention (Shh)
Lil' bro just got sentenced for four
He got caught with a weapon (Blatt)
Shoutout to the girl I'm fuckin'
Now she brings me other women (For real)
Know some niggas that can't wait until
The day they catch me slippin'
Feelin' diabolical
But I'ma send those boys to Heaven

Yeah, look
My plug did a lot for me, Black Soprano
Monopoly a nigga catch me slippin'
That probably be on the hockey rink
Bad bitches flock to me, obviously
I put up thirty K and get ten of y'all hit
That's just a wash to me my nigga spinnin'
Made a masterpiece with half a ki'
Me and gang fuckin' Russian
Models all fashion week (All fashion week)
Shoot somethin', then get back to me
Where you rappers get the audacity to
Even send a track to me? (Who, you?)
In the restaurant, let it hit me and Slayter
(My nigga) took the money out his pocket and
Gave the tip to the waiter
This the youngest with new guns
And old heads and gators
And for niggas like who
Survived without a label
Back to the basics, though
Paper all we knew, grindin' all we do
Ice from my watch drippin' in this 1942
The plug told me I was fearless
And y'all just be spooked
You gotta spend at least a dub
Just to call him a deuce
Celebratin', we gon' pop these
Bottles all we want
40 on me, smokin', this gelato 41
Before this rap money they
Dope encouraged us, nigga
Still got a stash house back home
With no furniture in it tHE BUTCHER comin'

Gang with us like Dame Lillard
Insane pillars
Hustle sold separately, word came with us
Rap lane or the trap lane, both lanes with it
Whole thing clickin'
Whole thing flippin' for the pippin'
Keep the operation, kill our opposition
Lil' punks get hit with the
Hammer without the clip in
Parked in front the crib, abort the mission
God sendin' signs, when he talk, I listen
One thing he blessed me
With was flawless vision
I got a knack for eyeballin' those zips
I got an easy system
Better numbers to avoid collision
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I play my position
You talkin' to the hustlers, I'm a top seed
Possibly top three
One of the few that break it down for you
Probably kushed God, I'm John Moxley
Still move a couple boxes at top speed

Claude Monet, i'm paintin' pictures in the
Form of scriptures
St thomas, workin' on my jump shot
I was rockin' linen
Lots of women, three-story yacht
We was just vibin' wit' 'em
Vibes, we hit 'em, back to back Lamb' trucks
We be slidin' in 'em
I remember cheffin' ready
Rock inside a heavy pot
For ten K we had the welly
Pop day that "Chevy" dropped
Hidden hills, model hoes with deals
Givin' mega top
Popped a pill before they brought the bill
I was hella bopped uh, I came a long way
From sellin' yellow tops
Duckin' from the cops, cased up
Used to stress a lot
Fuck the opps, take this stream money
Get a nigga shot
Free money, bank scheme money
You know how we rock
Lil' bro just punched his whole crib
My nigga pieces hot
AKs, 40s wit' the drums, right at Lisa spot
Diva thot, suck me in the car
We don't speak a lot
Creep the drop, Pacific coast highway
Bumpin' Speakerboxxx