Sicarios

(Album: No One Mourns The Wicked - 2020)

[Flee Lord:]
Brr, boom, boom, boom
Machine, what's good?
Lord, Lord

Feast your eyes on the awesome and the real (Real)
Puck hit him on the side, he got tossed in the ear (Brr)
Fleeigo Delgado, this is gladiator school (Gladiator school)
Hot pipe in my hand, this a radiator tube (Boom)
Them shenanigans you play, now them hammers finna spray
Had him lacking in the lobby, but his moms got in the way (Get the fuck out the way)
Drumming with some iron sticks, coke drying, frying fish (Whip)
Jungle Lord, got gorilla lungs and a lion wrist
Pots burning, kids playing, block earning, shit spraying (Brr)
Took it on consignment, knocked it off on his fifth payment
Lord, for Fred Fresh, leave your sofa bed stretched
How you told the bros, "No", went and told the feds, "Yes"? (Pussy)
I told Con, "Relax, I'ma hold down the MAC" (I got you)
I'm in the slums with the goons, where they flipping hella packs, Lord (Brr)
Yup, I'm in the slums with the goons, where they flipping hella packs (What you need, auntie?)

Bars like central booking, Flee and Con, know we cooking (Whip it)
Nosy motherfucker, catch a leg wound just for looking (Ah)
Getting to the mozzarella, ricotta plus a lot of cheddar
Went from Gs to the Ms, bro, we running out of letters, Lord (Huh)
We went from thousands to millions, nigga (Fuck out of here, brrrrrrrrr, boom, boom, boom)

[Conway the Machine:]
Hahaha, you niggas still broke, nigga
Look, we want smoke, pussy

My doctor was mad that I wouldn't let him operate (Get off me)
I bounced back, I just make more money than my doctor make (Hah)
Violate and you getting a surgeon and a doctor date (Uh huh)
Sound like a helicopter landing, all that noise my chopper make (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Ask if it's a problem, they won't answer me back (What you heard, nigga?)
I'm court side in Portland, Carmelo Anthony back (Hahahaha)
Really just came to see my plug, I go hand him the sack
I'm smiling like Anderson.Paak when he hand me the packs, yeah (Gracias, amigo)

Hold on, let me hit this weed, nigga
Yeah, I got it

Gray spaceship, hop out, fake Asics (Talk to 'em)
Told Flee, "You gon' be rich", you just gotta stay patient (You gon' be rich, nigga)
My bitch looking like a young Sanaa Lathan
Sitting ringside watching Tank Davis, Johnny Dang chain bracelet (Hah)
Pussy niggas mad 'cause I'm eating and they can't take it (They mad)
'Bout to drop my album and the impact gon' shake pavement (Cap)
If it's smoke, four goons pull up with Ks waving (Brr)
A lot of bullets thrown like when Brady played Peyton (Woo)
Yeah, rocking designer to my drawers
Niggas sliding to the mall, but they ain't finding this Dior, nigga (Hahaha)
We was in the trenches selling China by the store
Window-watching in the trap, MAC-90 by the door (Talk to 'em)
In Houston, riding down West [?] in the car
That cost more than what you signed for, admire from afar
'Cause if a nigga run up on me, I'm firing this rod
Chopper set you fuck niggas on fire, I'm the God, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Flee Lord:]
Bars like central booking, Flee and Con, know we cooking (Whip it)
Nosy motherfucker, catch a leg wound just for looking (Ah)
Getting to the mozzarella, ricotta plus a lot of cheddar
Went from Gs to the Ms, bro, we running out of letters, Lord (Huh)
We went from thousands to millions, nigga (Fuck out of here, brrrrrrrrr, boom, boom, boom)

[Outro:]
Griselda