The Relay - ALLBLACK, Murdock, G2

Free Mr. Mosely, free the low and free your bitch

Up in Denver for that green like CP-26

I came equipped with this Glock, bet it all on this

Break that bitch for them chips, I need a fee for the dick

Think I’m lyin', on Jehovah I could pull out receipts

Tats on my face like a cholo, a real sue sixteen

Hit the South, I got cheese that won’t fit in my jeans

I ain’t tappin' in with no nigga except Ralfy the P

Pull out that diamond tester, watch niggas hit a hundred yard sprint

Bring your bitch around the gang and watch she choose on a pimp

Keep throwin' blamps on the net, watch me pull up and start gassin'

Flip your jeans inside out, niggas thought I was rappin'

Wrist broke lil nigga so I can’t see what time it is

Neck hurt nigga, diamonds changin' the climate

Pops on my knots while you flexin' that five bands

I make the bitch feed DR, stickin' up young Cam

All my niggas get it with this black man hustle

Niggas is fake trippin', we out that black van bustin'

This bitch get out of pocket, I’m gon' have to use a muzzle

We ain’t in jail, we ain’t fightin', we ain’t doin' no tusslin'

Touch down with the pack, we ain’t doin' no fumbling

Smackdown in the club, know we snuck the royal rumble in

Touch down with the pack, we ain’t doin' no fumbling

Smackdown in the club, know we snuck the royal rumble in

The Plug

How you lovin' on that bitch and she ain’t kick you no dough?

If the bitch ain’t handin' over I’ma kick me a door

You niggas broke, definition of poor

Got a target on my back and you still can’t score

Me and Trig in LA, we ain’t tuckin' no Cubans

If you whippin' out on me I suggest that you use it

Twenty-three on my hip, I do more than abuse it

I’m a dog on these hoes and my young niggas cruisin'

Finding shells at the playground, boy don’t play, it get ruthless

Wasn’t playin' when I said ten K for the feature

She out of pocket, I got action, can’t wait to see her reaction

Check the score with the city, they gon' tell you we platinum

It’s Jim nigga

Ayy, ayy, list the block shit

G2, on Jim G, I ain’t goin' for that gossip

Why niggas talkin' like we ain’t playin' with the mopsticks?

Up it at any nigga that’s talkin' all that nonsense

Ayy, fuck nigga hatin', I’m chasin' loot

Most of these rappers flaking, they lying in the booth

360 in real life, I really tell the truth

Pull up and we trip out, now everybody new

Uh, swear I go mani, G2, I really go crazy

Police they hate they can’t tame me, uh, do a bitch shady

I’m smokin' stunner, I face it, ALLBLACK and Ralfy amazin'

And we assassins like Jason and none of my niggas playin'

Five hundred, two G’s, that’s just for the bag

Black fence, lay low when I’m in a Jag

And this bitch can’t come around if she ain’t sellin' ass

Top shottas, play runners, bitches upper class

I’m a nineties baby, I can’t tell you 'bout the eighties

But I can break it down and ship a load off to Haiti

Bop bop, mink mink, you heard of the Stinc Team

We rockin' with green beams, AR’s and XD’s

Off-White, Offset, I’m fuckin' with ALLBLACK

Free the bitch if she ain’t bringin' the load back

Fuck half bitch, I need the whole track

Fitted cap life, I’m rockin' a throwback

Thank you

Thank you, thank you

Yeah, we fuckin' with

Hah, I gotta go