Infiltrate

[Verse 1: Jamar Rose]
Yeah, two bad bitches pulling up with the ball gags
Six fussy, but niggas seeing all that
Nigga like me ride with a pen in the backpack
Last day anybody would eat it, then fall back
Toe tags, I got a couple stacks in the tote bag
Big drum, but I got a mac at your back fast
Lie down, when I scheme, then I'm telling you pipe down
Big tool, when I sin, then they all in my sights down
All of them looking for a chance to get right now
Reaching out for my bag, then you might get gun down
Now put 'em in the stakes, the whole gang on the background
Wait, I put my pack in this layer like one ton
Slide through with the arsenal, you only brought onе gun
Tired of this flow, I'mma switch to another one
Tirеd of this bitch, I'mma switch to another one
All of these rappers, they know that I'm sonning 'em

[Verse 2: Toon God]
I'm with the gang, we called Za Warudo
You can catch a seal just like a Birdo
Grit to the green like I'm Yoshi
Season for the hoes, you can call me Master Roshi
Crimes on my favorite bitch, ain't no folded
Spin on his block, rolly-polly, only
You want a dope, and I'm opey-dopey, homie
Crone a trigger can not nigga really hone me
Strawing on my neck, bitch, I mites down
Little mac on me, I'm shooting his lights out
K rolling up, we got the kites out
Smash Bros on your bitch with the pipes down
Smoking on an Anime pack
You want a feature? Bitch, that's a fucking rag
I'm tryna hustle, that's a fucking cab
Boy, you late, that's a fucking lap, huh, bitch

[Verse 3: HazTik]
Huh, that's a fucking lap
Some want dick for the fucking back
One will find me, hollow where I'm at
One four five, and I keep on the shrivel
Bitch, I'm different
And got hoe scene switching
This shit stream outta cutting, huh
Then their neck go missing, huh
You ain't gon' fuck with the real one, light
Me, bitch, 'cause I came from the one four five
This shit is four six since when we let it fly
Three fives is coming out the motherfucking sight
Bitch, I like, imminent prime
Little bitch back up a two dollar night
Give me your bill and give me your blunt
I'mma give niggas all that they want
Fucking with me, I'mma real one
I came up from all of these streets, but they see that I'm pounding the nine
Nigga, you fucking with me, then
You gonna be disappear just like my motherfucking jot, uh

[Verse 4: Callon B]
You hear a hoot
Walk up in like just for the coup
Hop on the mic and I do what it do
Hop on the fly, you know I gotta move
Breaking the cuff, pull up with the penal
They call me Ichigo, that be my handle
My season confirmed, now I never be canceled
My team is firmed, stay with the vandals
Yuh, fuck out the BNB, uh
Bad bitch, she a frwak, uh
Real G keeping moving in secrecy
Next stop, I had to go with the sequency
Break bread with a whole team equally
Underworld now I turn to a dimity
Forty cal, just stepped in, and I need a drill
Play me a biddie, I murder it easily
Levels of this shit, yeah
Run it up 'till I tear a miniscule
Who on my head? Started lacking in twisted
Twenty twenty one, all of us winning, W