Testo The relay Allblack

The relay

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