Crowd Control

(アルバム： Greatest Hits, Vol. 1 - 2020)

[Pouya:]
Yuh, ayy, yuh

The top ain't lonely when your homies rich and loaded with motives
And moving forward when fucking bitches get boring
Lose crowd control when I'm touring, yuh
What the fuck should I do?
I made a mess of my coupe DeVille with these white bloody shoes
And I got nothing to do (Yuh)
Fuckboy, do you really know who you talking to?
Make ten bands when I'm walking through
That money gon' make me stronger too
That bitch take my dick longer too now that I made it
Gotta hold it down and triple up on my savings
And burn it all in your faces

[Shakewell:]
Okay, just microdose
Dope be smoking up, another pill, who got a pint to pour?
Boobie called me, said he in the hills with Pouya trying to record
Shawty say she worried, way I'm living like I'm tryna go
Shawty, don't be stupid, 'cause the truth is we all dying slow
I just pick my poison different, what's your medicine?
Alcoholic bitches doing coke, amphetamines
I be snorting thirties like they discontinued and
When I hear the choppa rumble it just sound like violin
It's a sad song that it sing
Heard that he want smoke, now he ended up on a tee
Pouya say, "Go drop the eight," but it ended up sixteen
Then I hopped up into my bag, dropped a thirty-two for the team

[Boobie Lootaveli:]
In Miami, I tote choppas, Australia, hold koalas
Feeding kangaroos, now I'm back to tear the block up
I can't see you pussy rappers through these hater-blockers
I will call the hit, and I hit you like, who shot ya?
Boobie with the looted loot, socks up like a fool
In L.A., me and Pou' hit up Shake' like, "What it do, mane?"
Mansion on the hills, the jacuzzi, not no pool, mane
Bruce Willis asked me for a pic' in Hollywood, mane