Talibando, Los, Veeze - 441 Navy Lane lyrics

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The
Fuck got into you?)

Oh, you playin' with that Well, that's good
I got a kennel
He thought that was drank, but like Judy
I remixed it oh, you tryna catch the bag
I can show you how to send 'em
Think you a hothead
Ice you up like we with Tizzle
I can show you how to do this shit one night
Just grab a rental tali high
Just think I seen an opp and grabbed a pistol

I up this big-ass rocket
He gon' think I shot a missile
He dead on the scene
He ain't make it to the 'spital
You know me, I'm with the Navy
We as shady as it get
I got guns for a hundred
Get 'em straight or get 'em mixed
You can comе and get this shit or
You can pay to get 'em shippеd
You can turn me straight around or I
Can come down there and sit

Cheah, uh, cheah (Nigga) , uh (Bitch) , yeah
Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em

Dropped my lil' homie an even stack
To mix the bag up
How you buy 'em shh, yeah, that's the rap
Huh? I'm talkin' eight days a week
Forty days a month (Real talk)
Niggas fall out with they man 'cause
They can't hit the blunt
Man, that's fucked up, I'll get to cuttin' up
I'll play with the prices
Jack the numbers up
Scammin' on the internet, naw
I ain't into that
Sittin' on the porch where I send 'em at
(Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em)