Control Issues

[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I got expensive taste
Skinny nigga but my bitch thick
She from up north, got an accent
I feel like the money can talk to me
I'm live action, you live a dramedy
Got stars on the roof, no astrology
More pull than your daddy, so speak to me proper
Your ho turn to Russian, she see me and swallow like vodka
I got my bow on the block like Ibaka
I fucked a milf ho to Janet and Chaka
I'm in the house with the plug
Me casa, su casa, you need it, just tell me, I got it
I know that you hurtin', your hands in your pocket
I'm the type of nigga to call shots
You the type nigga say prolly
I'm the type to get the head, tell her I don't need nobody

[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
She dive face first in my lap, kamikaze
My head out the window screaming fuck the federales
Twin Glocks in the hotel, running 'round the lobby
Flash the piece on a fuck nigga, fuck the paparazzi
Twelve million last year, and I ain’t sign to Ghazi
I got that sack in the street like Yo Gotti
I turn this flexin' shit into a hobby
I set the trend and I know they gon' copy

[Interlude]
What some people might call control issues
And I always have and since I was a kid
Really, the simple truth is that I can't do everything alone

[Verse 2: 3AG Pilot]
Yeah, I was thinking 'bout shit that had got me here
Shit was obvious, trap phone anonymous
Got in some shit and it's hard to get out of it
I still came out the mud, hippopotamus
Hop out the car with no light, bet my diamonds hit
So much ice I can't tell you what time it is
I rock the 5 on my chest and throw bullets like Donovan
I'm on the block where lineman is
I hit the gas on the police, and tell them boys catch up like condiment
It ain't no special condition when beefing with us
It was colder than ever, the heater on tuck
I call her a slut when I'm deep in her guts
It's cheaper to keep her, who cheaper than us?
My prices is low but I keep going up
I'm spreading the profit, we all get a cut
Lil' mama, you single or what?
Only fucked that bitch once but I seen her enough
Every time I had came in the clutch
Drop the top see the brain and the guts
I got the power, I came up the same way that Kanaan grew up

[Interlude]
Gotten to the point now I don't know what's bullshit and what ain't
So it all just feel like bullshit to me

[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I got expensive taste
Skinny nigga but my bitch thick
She from up north, got an accent
I feel like the money can talk to me
I'm live action, you live a dramedy
Got stars on the roof, no astrology
More pull than your daddy, so speak to me proper
Your ho turn to Russian, she see me and swallow like vodka
I got my bow on the block like Ibaka
I fucked a milf ho to Janet and Chaka
I'm in the house with the plug
Me casa, su casa, you need it, just tell me, I got it
I know that you hurtin', your hands in your pocket
I'm the type of nigga to call shots
You the type nigga say prolly
I'm the type to get the head, tell her I don't need nobody