2024 Cypher

[Intro: Lando Bando & J1Hunnit]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Had to put some crazy shit together for this one (1Hunnit)
I ain't gon' lie, J1Hunnit (It's BlueStrip, baby)
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
Pape' on me like I filed a claim
The Wockhardt smooth jazz how it ease the brain
Chop with me, Ed Sheeran, I'll make it rain
Drum on it like a band leader, John Coltrane
Look, them boys had a short run, I had a longer reign
Ghost Rider, I'm arrivin' with a danglin' chain
Do your homework on this Hutch, I'm not J Mane
Adam22, you gotta pay to hit my main

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Checkered Louis sneaks, but the Tesla plaid
Be done broke the brakes, all I press is gas
If you say it's up with us, you should invest in mags
We got hot shit, these bopsticks'll split a vest in half
In the lab more than Bill Nye, ganger real high
I heard buddy talkin' real hot, bet he still die
Bro'll creep up on him real sly tryna drill guy
Ride with ganger 'til them wheels pop, bitch, we still lie

[Verse 3: Sweet T]
This bitch think she's a ten, her 'fit cost ten on Shein
I'll chop an opp about the cheese, you would think I'm from Queens
There's not one ounce of ho in my blood, soul, or genes
You be cookin' up Big-Sweet-produced cuisine
White as hell, but I'll fry an opp like perogis
Don't press the clique, Dutch be smokin' bogies like stogies
The chop stiff as hell, but it'll bend you like a yogi
Sixty rounds in the mag, this bitch is built like a hoagie

[Verse 4: Shaudy Kash]
You can catch me uppin' dog shit screamin', "Can't Be Fucked With Records"
All in a nigga section, diamonds all on my necklace
It's a lot of pretty-ass hoes wanna sex me
Tuh, you can catch me where the six be
Bitch want me bad, she'll try to catch me in the six-speed
Bitch, I been the one since sixteen
Was smalltime, now a nigga in the big league
Get the neck from a bitch, then I'm set like Big Beaver

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Catch me at the lab, might burn it down, I'm always droppin' fire
I treat hoes just like some crackheads and throw 'em on the wire
You know I'ma ball on these niggas until I retire
It don't matter, I can do the Crocs or I can do designer
Listen to me, I can be your teacher, teach you somethin', boy
You don't want them shooters on your trail blazin', Brandon Roy
Gotta live it up, your time somethin' that you can't avoid
I see that you hurtin', ShittyBoyz, come and get employed

[Verse 6: Prince Jefe]
Dope so strong, we smacked this bitch with Roy
Who that with the AR out the window yellin', "Free them boys?"
My mama told me, "Watch these niggas, son, and keep the torch"
Birds fly south in the winter, but I'm goin' north
I caught a splinter, hold the wood like a newborn
This a new whore, made a hundred off the last one
Put this bitch in sport, try to flip me, pull a fast one
Go and ask somethin', last nigga, he ain't last nothin'
Whip out ARP, nigga, bag up
I'm with the brick man, somethin' ain't addin' up
The math ain't mathin', ho, I'm past dub
Ain't no love in this shit, you better keep your gun

[Verse 7: Jugg Harden]
That bitch trust me, Ashanti, the bitch foolish
Told the bitch I gotta put myself first, Lucious
She ain't know I rap, turn her ass to a groupie
Lil' rat bitch say she never had Pucci
Bitch, call me Lonnie, do whatever I say
That's like three exotic cars in the driveway
Gave your bitch a wet ass, told her drive safe
Don't call me Jugg no more, bitch, you talkin' to the bank
Lil' bitch don't look good, she look great
What come after seven, baby girl? Eight
I ain't talkin' 'bout a feature when we hit him with a Drac'
She smell like Chanel, but her attitude stank
She said we wasn't fuckin', almost thought it was a prank
Kill a rap nigga, then you move up a rank
He an athlete in the field doin' two-a-days
Soon as I see an opp, bet I turn to Pootie Tang

[Verse 8: Big Money Rich]
I been eatin' so much, I'ma grow a Gucci Mane
I was servin' in the feds 'cause I had Tunechi pages
Servin' in the hood now 'cause brodie got the 'caine in
My baby catch hats and sell work, he like Kanan
Too many F's on my record for expungement
I been eatin' so much, I gotta start doin' crunches
When I went to school, I was gettin' free lunches
Now I graduated, sellin' donuts like Dutches

[Verse 9: HomeAlone Drock]
Turn my pain into lyrics, now I'm worth some M's
Drinkin' 'til I'm stuck 'cause it hurt me still
From the way a nigga talkin', we know you ain't real
He ain't never risked his life, he don't got that skill

[Verse 10: Certified Trapper]
It's two things I ain't never seen, a rich bitch
And a yop that'll never do a misfit
Get wop, then a nigga get his bitch
I ain't never switched up, but my wrist did
I ain't never switched up, but my bitch did
Fuck a belt to your ass, this a hitstick
I could pull up, slap you on the bus, you know I'm with the shit
You got her walkin' 'round like a puppy 'cause you hit the bitch
You wouldn't never hit a nigga, but you go and hit a bitch
You wouldn't never kill nobody, why you tryna hit that lick?
What up, brodie? Leave your shit splotched, you gotta leave your kids
You lookin' through your bitch phone just to try to see my wrist
Polin', patrollin' 'round the block, you see my crib
Ho did me like a Capri Sun, you see my ribs
Room after room after room, MTV Cribs
The M at the end of the year, I got my dibs

[Outro: Certified Trapper]
Stretch Gang, bitch, you know what the fuck goin' on, Dog Shit Militia