Expendables

[Intro: Gayle King & Allah Preme]
"Mercedes Benz is answerin' a very different challenge protecting the Pope (Yeah)
The company deliverd two new custom made popemobiles to the Vatican on Friday (Uh)
Just like saying popemobile, they have bulletproof windows"

[Chorus: Big Trip]
Yo, I'm old school
Pull up in that big LAC
Wood friend, Cartiers 55s like I'm Craig Mack
Catch me in the cut, big strap
Rollin' doobies at the Kickback (Diamond)

[Verse 1: Mickey Diamond]
That's a big fact
Big flat Tommy and big bags
Word to mommy, keep the burner on me
Fold you like origami, grip the big stick like Kami
Ozzy Osbourne, your whole style sworn
I could run a track a hundred miles long
Buzzin' like a dial tone, you played the clown role and got your crown stole, the pound blow
Fellas fallin' down slow
The black mamba all around flow
I'm like Kobe with the round throw, yo
Fuck you even bring me 'round, foe?

[Verse 2: Big Trip]
Let the horns blow, flutes play (Aha)
Golden child, I'm your sweet brother Numpsay
Catch me, itchy trigger finger, outside on Doomsday
Purgin', lately I been splurgin' on designer
Flexin' like I'm Steiner
Bad bitches twerkin', squirtin'
Told that bitch, "You wild, grap a towel, can't you see this with this pursin'?"

[Bridge: Gayle King]
"They have bulletproof windows and a larger dome
And they are slightly lower to make it easier to put them on an airplane (Haha, Hehe)

[Verse 3: Mickey Diamond & Josiah the Gift]
I'm starin' in the mirror, can barely see my reflection, can you hear it?
We roamin' the world like Kendrick Spirits
The feelin' gettin' intense, swear I can lose it at any minute
Blame it on the alcohol and say the Henny did it (chk-huh)
Butcher the track, you would've though that Benny spit it
Too many critics
I kill it with lyrical analytics
Niggas don't plan, they mimic
Black face and all the dancey gimmicks (Fuck you rappin' for, nigga?)
Sack chasin', makin' bad decisions (Uh)
I'm lovin' the dough, I'm stack-religious
I rap for digits
Get back to business, your main squeeze saw, laps and inches (Yeah)
I slam, dunkin' like a pastor pippin'
Iceberg, master pimpin'
Read you like a book and caught your chapters flippin'
Real chefs can't cook in a nasty kitchen
From rags to riches
My niggas want the bag and y'all can bag the bitches
Grab your britches, mathematician, cash division
Afro Samurais slash incisions

[Verse 4: Big Trip, Big Trip with Mickey Diamond]
Look
Back against the wall, nah, dog
Don't tempt me
Dragon Fly Jones, broken bones, fuck with Kenji
Michael Jordan rocker, ho, I might just do Balenci
Fashion ain't my thing, I'm super fly, gettin' busy
Ain't too many do this shit better through stormy weather
Who needs a raincoat? We under this umbrella
It's like magic what we do to this stage
No panatella, you was in her friend 'til the pen
You would tell her
Fuck what they got to say unless we at the bank and you would tell her
My wife told me some vital shit, they got my wheels spinnin' on some vinyl shit
So I make it beat by slave
And before I reach my brave, she just prayin' a nigga catch his wave, on some TIDAL shit

[Bridge 3: Gayle King]
"The Pope rode in one of them for the first time on Saturday
At a ceremony for the feast of the immaculate conception
And was there any doubt that the popemobile would be white
Yeah (*Laughing*)
No snazzy red

[Chorus: Big Trip & Josiah the Gift]
I'm old school
Pull up in that big LAC
Wood friend, Cartiers 55s like I'm Craig Mack
Catch me in the cut, big strap
Rollin' doobies at the Kickback (chk-uh)
Yo, I'm old school (Uh)
Pull up in that big LAC
Wood friend, Cartiers 55s like I'm Craig Mack
Catch me in the cut, big strap
Rollin' doobies at the Kickback

[Verse 5: Allah Preme]
This whole shit is my canvas
Duck when the weapon get brandish
A.P. spot you
Or got the drop to close you in in a sandwich
Umbrella mafia bandits, but anyway
Prisa rap vernacular
On a another plateau
Hit a gap glow from New York to South Central
You don't know the half of the half, the god been through
Made writin' on the Umbrella name? Crack your pencil
I don't wanna hear niggas better than the Big U
This the U crew, flew through in a blue coupe
It's a few loops outside we can get into
On the sidestreet, get left if you ain't in tune

[Outro]
"Blam"
"Dave"
"Dave"
"Dave"
"Uh"