M.V.L.L.

M.V.L.L. (ft. A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Ces) - “M.V.L.L.”
[Emcee(s): A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Ces]
[Producer(s): Will Tell]

[Hook: All]
M-V-L-L
Mad Verbal Lyrical Lunatics on the rush
Get weed, then sell
Mad and it’s ‘cause we got heat and ready to bust
Gems gleam, heads swell
Brag at the fact that it cheese the clique touch
Envy seashells
Act stupid with your foolishness, nigga, you’re butt

[Verse 1: A.B.]
Your man be
Running these tracks, so you could run into slaps
Run up quick—click—blow your lung out your back
Hunting for stacks while my niggas tucking their gats
Looking for facts? I can’t believe they’re nice like that
Fight that cat, strike that match, light that hash
Fight? Let’s bash. Sheist on cash. Y’all niggas
Hyper ass and I don’t even like your ave
Slice your ass. You could lose your life that fast
Go to school, know the rule? Nigga, light that class
You’s a fool? You’s a tool? Get sniped when you pass

[Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein]
Yo, deep with a cut, darken the wound, harden
The scab, longen the scar. Prolonging apart
I shorten afar, overseers, and obstacle parts
Get bottle with tops, hot throttle and drop, cop
A bottle and spark, find you the hot models in tops
Bounded them bots, cum oozing out. Me’ll
Bruise without cops up, move the crowd
Proved it now. While you booed, you down. Shoot
The style. Oh, you moving now? Survived
The brutal pounds? Unlive brains is noodles now
Cruel and wild, fuel the wild with
Abusive pounds, with a noose around, we’re
Your troopers now to remove the crown. I’ve got
Honor, part’. You know, son? Fuck the style

[Hook: All]
M-V-L-L
Mad Verbal Lyrical Lunatics on the rush
Get weed, then sell
Mad and it’s ‘cause we got heat and ready to bust
Gems gleam, heads swell
Brag at the fact that it cheese the clique touch
Envy seashells
Act stupid with your foolishness, nigga, you’re butt

[Verse 3: Ces]
Knock, knock on the mic. Nigga, who that there?
(LSP. I spit shit) How you do that there?
Easy, pa. I keep it up the heezy, pa
Is you gon’ rep yours? Fo’ sheezy, pa
A lot of dudes in the street want to eat me, pa
But I just cruise with the heat ‘til they meet the god
See the god? Nigga, better greet the god
Or get your wig pushed in like a VCR
Moving on up: hot bites, see VR
Pop shit, I’ll make you famous like a TV star
See, we are hotter than your average cats
Talk shit, I’ll bark fifths and push your cabbage back

[Hook: All]
M-V-L-L
Mad Verbal Lyrical Lunatics on the rush
Get weed, then sell
Mad and it’s ‘cause we got heat and ready to bust
Gems gleam, heads swell
Brag at the fact that it cheese the clique touch
Envy seashells
Act stupid with your foolishness, nigga, you’re butt