Bill Nye

[Intro: Primo Beats]
Damn, this beat sound horny as fuck
Shit
Bitch
Sweet T beats in this bitch, pussy
Yeah, $kid, I see you
Damn, Danny, you're fat

[Verse 1: Sweet T]
Catch me chilling at the Coney, upping cheese, getting fried
I got fiends coming in and out this bitch like the tide
Got flicked by the opps in AP and I lied
You got stopped by the cops, turned snitch, and you cried

[Verse 2: $kid]
Pull up to the trap but you can't come inside
If you need cheap reggie 'bows, I'm your guy
Been out serving all day on the fly
You can catch me in the lab cutting dope like Bill Nye

[Verse 3: Sweet T]
Making so much bread, I got wheat, pumpernickel, and rye
Your bitch told me that little pickle just ticklеs her thigh
My fiend just hit me up for a nickеl and I sighed
I'm pulling up in style with gang and nem, call me "Psy"

[Verse 4: $kid]
Just nutted on your bitch and told her bye
I can get it to you how you want it, wet or dry
All I gotta do is point a finger and you'll die
If I'm lying then I'm flying, I'll send you to the sky

[Verse 5: Sweet T]
MCM upside down, it thrusts up for wumbo
I tried to get off on my plug but he only had one 'bow
Real accurate when I slide, I got gung-ho
I get a bag, you stay fucked up about that one ho

[Verse 6: $kid]
You got a sign outside your trap that says "only one sold"
If the feds hit my shit, I'm doing life with no parole
I let your bitch play with the beam on my Glock, she said it's so cold
I had a dream the opps hit my block, the Kel-Tec wouldn't unfold

[Verse 7: Sweet T]
So many fiends on my line, I had to put them on hold
You were meant to be the [?] 'cause all you do is fold
My life is out of order but my substance is controlled
Back in the day gramps was selling 'bows of Acapulco Gold

[Verse 8: $kid]
I got a chop in my trunk, I call it "The South Pole"
I got a bunch of narcos, you gotta take two 'cause they're old
Came up off college students but I've never been enrolled
I heard you went up in that courthouse and you told

[Verse 9: Sweet T]
I'll ask a bitch, "Can you hear me?", like my name was "Big Kasher"
Brought your BM to the party, you know I'm 'bout to smash her
I'll pull up on your block like the hash-slinging slasher
You're a DoorDasher, my man ran up cash in Asher

[Verse 10: $kid]
I just saw bro with your bitch and he passed her
Dope fiends listen to my every word like the pastor
I'm on my way to the boonies with a brick wrapped in plaster
The last batch was too potent, now my head's chilling with Casper

[Verse 11: Sweet T]
Every time I slide on the opps I'm so polite
Big 7.62, it'll kiss your ass good night
Out here doing bad shit for the good life
And I'll beat my bitch's ass if she doesn't roll the 'Wood right

[Verse 12: $kid & Sweet T]
I'm at the dope house, this shit's looking like Hoarders
Jackie just brought me two hundred dollars in nickels and quarters
Driver side of the Explorer, in Warren filling orders
Opps tried to hit a lick, I hit their crib with the mortar

[Outro: Primo Beats]
You heard what the fuck they said, pussy