441 Navy Lane

[Intro]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)

[Verse 1: Veeze]
Oh, you playin' with that— Well, that's good, I got a kennel
He thought that was drank, but like Judy, I remixed it
Oh, you tryna catch the bag, I can show you how to send 'em
Think you a hothead, ice you up like we with Tizzle
I can show you how to do this shit one night, just grab a rental
Tali high, just think I seen an opp and grabbed a pistol

[Verse 2: Talibando]
I up this big-ass rocket, he gon' think I shot a missile
He dead on the scene, he ain't make it to the 'spital
You know me, I'm with the Navy, we as shady as it get
I got guns for a hundred, get 'em straight or get 'em mixed
You can comе and get this shit or you can pay to get 'em shippеd
You can turn me straight around or I can come down there and sit

[Interlude: Los]
Cheah, uh, cheah (Nigga), uh (Bitch), yeah
Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em

[Verse 3: Los]
Dropped my lil' homie an even stack to mix the bag up
How you buy 'em— shh, yeah, that's the rap, huh?
I'm talkin' eight days a week, forty days a month (Real talk)
Niggas fall out with they man 'cause they can't hit the blunt
Man, that's fucked up, I'll get to cuttin' up
I'll play with the prices, jack the numbers up
Scammin' on the internet, naw, I ain't into that
Sittin' on the porch where I send 'em at (Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em)