Nash, Hall, Mach-Hommy - Chyna lyrics

Look smack your favorite rapper's teeth
Down his fucking throat
Gun big enough to sink a fucking boat
Wash the lobster down with a cup of pain
Ice on my wrist like it was fucking sprained

Just copped the Rollie with all ones
Mustard Goyard duffel with all guns

Mustard Goyard duffel with all guns

Play the corner 350s is pirate black
Young-in like to fire his strap
I admire that

Fire MACs frying panda cracks
Stone River jumpsuit's, Supreme Air Max
Throwing head cracks

Throwing lead, blow his dreads back
Gave my lil' shooter the go ahead
Go ahead, push homie head back
Don't compare stats
You won't never find another
Flow and pair that flow is near crack
As ours at all

Its 6 in the morning and still whippin'
First day in the yard a Latin King ripped him
First day in the yard a Latin King ripped him
We hid the burners in the kitchen
800 worth of commissary for extensions
Leave your front missing

Killa Tome? like Mad Max he just want victims
Banana clip stick out the side of the sticks
My jit will slide on you quick
I let him fire the blick

I was only 16 going half on the stick
Then I turned 19 went half on a brick
I had a 40 in the 40-below you're just a fix
Ask around I'm the shit