Huey And Riley

[Intro: PE$O PETE & Giacomo Rossi Stuart]
Yuh (Aye)
I'm sauced up right now, hol’ up, heheheh (This shit dangerous)
Ayo, Matt, yeah, oh, oddwin, what's up, man? (Take care of your life, I'll take care of mine, I ain’t ever spit bars like this)

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
New name, two punch
Tommy Gun, wanted some (Wanted some)
Ammunition canister, slashin', crashin', I'm Lannister (Slashin', crashin', I'm Lannister)
This A Game of Thrones and I have a [?] by the banister
Young rap phantom channeler, I should be managin' (Young rap phantom channeler, yeah)
’Cause all these fuckin’ managers couldn't live with this damagin’
Damagin', take ya fuckin' bitch and thеn I damage it (Damagin', oh)
Canister, stick me in a timе capsule, do some magic (Do some magic)
Three-hunnid years, fast forward and I’m still a classic (Oh, and I'm still a classic)
Stuck me in a box, alakazam, abracadabra
Young rap mogul cadavre, ya mama favorite rapper (Ya mama favorite rapper)
We deal punchlines, McGregor on the floor now (Pow!)
Consecutive messages, combo count thirty-four now (Yeah)
Blood's in the essence of [?], and the gore now (And the gore now)
Revolve like roulette, but entry bullet is more sound (More sound)
Put it to the temple, the mighty mental, and blow out (Blow out)
Curtains up, homie, I think it's time that I show out (I think it's time that I show out)
Whole fit colder than Yeti ass in a froze gown (Uh)
No clout, [?] through the flo' and now (Aye)
Slow down, half a bar will lift to the goal now (Goal now)
Woah, man, I think it's time I show out (Yeah)
Messy wit' it, steady countin' digits, calculatin' limits (Calculatin' limits)
So I passed it, then I say, "I did it", man, it's never written (Then I say, "I did it")
Met Matt, and he made me get it like a blunt in rotation (Met Matt, and he made me get it)
Limit [?] infinite, every word is sinnin' (Limit, sinnin')
Who you kiddin'? Pussy rapper kiddin' (Kiddin')
Fuckin' Merry Christmas
Cloud Strife, with that loud knife, then I swing it
So precise, when I write
D-N-A splice (D-N-A splice)
Mewtwo in its prime, never fuck wit' it (Never fuck wit' it)
Matty, come and spit it (Yeah)

[Pre-Verse 2: PE$O PETE & Matt Houston]
Matty, hit 'em wit' it, hehah (Heheh, yo, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Here's this shit, get in this bitch, it's lit, heheheheh (Sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, whoa)
Or is it? Yeah (PETER, shut the fuck up! Damn it!)
Yah-Yah-Yah, uh

[Verse 2: Matt Houston]
Catch me dissin' niggas at they bitch's bridal showers (Bridal showers)
Middle finger get her off, the autograph a sign for cowards (The autograph a sign for cowards)
Higher power, shoot wit' higher power
Hitcho vitals, this yo' final hour (This yo' final hour)
Just another rapper now that I devour (Now that I devour)
[?] the [?], I will not be liable for stress ([?] the [?], yuh)
Buy the way up to success and I hate a layer of [?] (Yuh)
Yeah, I'm on the things you should respect
PETER [?] 'cause you repent
Get PE$O runnin' up the store to the pavement, laid into yo' chest
Every time I'm on a mic', it's like it's Tyson in the booth (Booth)
Bars'll strike, I'll snatch ya mind, rewind until yo' neck go loose (Bars)
[?] more than headshots, head-noddin', that'll make you do ([?] more than headshots)
Ask yo' bitch, and her kid, I bet this they favorite, too (Ask yo' bitch)
See this bar spit and hit like a car, feet, legs, and arms missin' (Whoa, yuh)
Scars wit' it, nerd to a heart, drop they partition (They partition)
Start wit' it, [?] in Boston, when the ball wit' 'em (Uh, uh, when the ball wit' 'em)
I'm god slittin', just save face, or you'll get harmed in it
Dark shit, but feel like the knight, 'cause when my heart livin' (Yuh, yeah)
Part wicked, start to the path, from the [?] shittin' (Part wicked)
All sentence, one-month stay wit' a spark raw
But it's a card trick, don't fall for the gambit, it's just a bomb ticket
I'm sick and—, think I ain't heat as it get? (Think I ain't heat as it get?)
Who lethal as this? Give me my urethra respect (Give me my urethra respect)
A piece of my pen, serve a three-piece to the chin
But three to descend, shit feelin' mo' equal to ten
They wanna be the best, I want them to see that I can (I want them to see that I can)
Got me seekin' they head, leave they neck to bleed where they stand (Where they stand, yah)
They think they dope and we say, "No, boy, you just sweet to yo' friends" ("Sweet to yo' friends")
Slide yo' dumbass wit' a crackpipe, then PETER bring pans (Then PETER bring pans)
You need to recant (You need to recant)
Employ you to reconsider, get smacked wit' a warhead (Get smacked wit' a warhead)
Give a reason to be so bitter, ya bitch give me more head (Ya bitch give me more head)
Matt a eagle when he be wit' it
Take a leg off his body and then we'll see if he really trippin', I'm really vicious (We'll see if he really trippin', I'm really vicious)
Might say the same shit, but I speak it different (But I speak it different)
Ego trippin', dark heart, cold soul, got me heater griffin (Ego trippin', cold soul)
Lookin' for ya girl, it ain't [?] green and she go missin' (Lookin' for ya girl, she go missin')
Draw on you once witcha ten and two, see, he Peter Griffin (He Peter Griffin)
Keenin' wit' it, all [?], you might get killed (Might get killed)
If you salty, seemin' fishy, then you might see shells (Might see shells)
She knows by now, this the dope that you type in hell (Type in hell)
If you believe wrong, you get two L's
And he'll see you right in Hell, bitch! (Right in Hell)

[Outro: Matt Houston]
Happy 2018, y'all greedy motherfuckers
Y'all wanted new music, you got it
Radio silence, for the time bein'