Chapos II

[Verse I: KISSTHECROOK]
Speedin’ the Aston, I feel like I’m Jimmy
The Dolomites this time of year are exquisite
My chick in the passenger preppin’ the fifty
I’m checkin’ my notes goin’ over the city
Chalet gettin’ closer I told her to quit it
The leather interior sweatin’ my fitted
The suit and tie matching the make of the whip
And she askin’ me, “What kind of crew are we hittin’?”
I told her to shut it, just load it and cock it
I won’t tell you shit, baby I’m not a prophet
And there we arrive, the holy of holies
The holiest ghost couldn’t score on these goalies
I lace up my boots, she lace up her dress
We step in the lobby, I kiss on her neck
Nah, this ain’t a hobby, I do it for checks
When I get a target, I always connect
Associate gave me the nod on the steps
He sent me the code, the trouble come next
We meet in the lift then head to the top
I’m preppin’ the plan before the shit pop
Lady in red, I light up her smoke
Got the boy at my side, he tap on my shoulder
Diamond doors open, I’m dyin’ to tote
Pullin the Deagle outside of my coat
We take a good look at the punk at his desk
His goons by his side, they comin’ correct
Remember my face bitch never forget
Soon as they see us, they losin’ the bet
These motherfuckers - they won’t see the sun
He startin’ to beg, make him choke on my gun
And first come the squeeze, and then come the crack
I stomp on his skull then run that shit back

[Verse II: BoiiWndr]
This shit is crazy
Crook in the lobby - I had never really caught me a body
Gave me a date, and a gun, wit a whip
Proceeded to give me the addy and vent
So we just gon crash on that private event?
And you sure that it’s safe that you bringin’ that bitch?
He said he believed in my skill and he got me
I trust him wit my life and more and it’s obvi
Let's have a skip but really not far
I’m on the road like a boat wit a car
LED lights had been sewn in the roof
Harder the labor the sweeter the fruit
I’m killing a nigga for more than a coupe
This suit is prolly more than half of the proof
Why that man got a price on his head
Only God know who wanna kill that man
Only I know who I really am
I mean I creep but when I sleep
Will I still see all the dead creeps?
No time to get crippled by all of these thoughts
I’ll fuck on his daughter inside of the vault
I pulled up and skrrt, now I’m here on the property
Grab me my strap and I loaded it properly
The team had assembled atop of the steps
Meet in the ‘vator and talk on what’s next
Already know that we taking his breath
Here we go up at the tippity top
Ready the weaponry, adrenaline helping me
All of his goons they must’ve been props
We couldn’t be stopped
A kick to the chest, get outta that desk
Go back just a minute he’ll tell you what’s next