Now What

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

[Intro: A.B. and Ces]
A.B.: Stupid motherfuckers. Yeah. Yo, yo
Ces: Now what? Now what, motherfuckers? (Stupid-ass nigga) Look at yourself (You don’t even know, you don’t even know). Look at yourself, motherfucker

[Verse 1: A.B.]
I’m in a battle. It’s where I’m forced to attack you and clap you
Wrap you with lassos—the hassle to catch your Adam’s apple
Trap the tabernacle, crack your castle, then stab you, then smash you
Pass you, then crash you and blast you. We so hot, the Devil’s baffled
Constantly shitting on you like we just used the bathroom
Rattle your bones with chrome and stone bow and arrows
Zombie, you’re frail walking on trails bloody and narrow
Touch as the barrel explodes, slow flooding your 'parel
Smart as a pharaoh. In this ballgame, dawg, you get tackled
Your squad babbles while my squads get harder than gravel
We charge in your chapel, trap you, grab you in laundry for castles
If we cackle, better believe it’s with a chrome barrel
Quickly squeeze on enemies and snap their bone marrow
Y’all stone statues once the slugs being thrown at you

[Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein]
Yo, a lot of niggas get dropped like habits
Can’t stop the madness, so I’ll watch the bracket
To a pope like magic and scream, “That’s it?!?”
My actions embrace classics. In the way?
Receive a casket by masked men times ten
For what you flashing. My men preserve satisfaction
At the right time, let it splash and flood
What’s my passion? Do not ask. Balancing
I’m thrashing and fastening all cats with
Flashing while I’m mastering. Half your men
Can’t accomplish my actions then. Imagine
Now. Verses long as the Nile serve my style
I’m versatile. Ain’t no circus clown
You’ll get murdered, pal. Then I’ll shift to the virgin
Now. Where it’s worth the while, get served like
“Blao!” Could have emerging, clown. Now you
Earth for now but looking back Persian-style
Worth a smile. NY murder trial
NY murder foul. Not found, kept confidential
Hot, sound essential, drop pounds from mental

[Verse 3: Ces]
Get by me, bitch, you know I’ll knock your teeth right out
Fuck holding know—I’m known to let the beef right out
LSD, TNE down to creep right out
On your block with Glocks and let the heat right out
It’s not a game. Y’all niggas could get shot in the brain
And if it wasn’t for your man, I’d be popping up things
I’m kind of insane from selling all that product of ‘caine, but I
Got to remain on the top of the game
You say you don’t feel this cat? How real is that?
When your mens is on the side like, “That’s a real-ass cat”
You’re holding heat in the building? I’ma steal that gat
Rolling deep with the villains and it’s real as that
[?], the nigga with the brolic balls
Known for popping fours, drizzy off of alcohol, got it all
A locked-down block, fifty four-pound
Glocks, and niggas is jiggy all around, bop
I’m aiming at you. You think [?] shots
You need to get a job and put the iron down, cop

[Hook: A.B. and Ces]
[Ces]
Now what? Y’all niggas can’t fuck with us
The guns’ll bust. My niggas is dangerous
[A.B.]
Now what? Y’all niggas can’t be me, god
See me, god. Guarantee your team be scarred
[Ces]
Now what? Y’all niggas got problems, baby
Revolver or automatic, I’ma solve ‘em, baby
[A.B.]
Now what? Y’all niggas want headshots, duke?
Do you want to really see the fucking lead pop, duke?
[Ces]
Now what? Y’all niggas can’t fuck with us
The guns’ll bust. My niggas is dangerous
[A.B.]
Now what? Y’all niggas can’t be me, god
See me, god. Guarantee your team be scarred
[Ces]
Now what? Y’all niggas got problems, baby
Revolver or automatic, I’ma solve ‘em, baby
[A.B.]
Now what? Y’all niggas want headshots, duke?
Do you want to really see the fucking lead pop, duke?
[Ces]
Now what? Y’all niggas can’t fuck with us
The guns’ll bust. My niggas is dangerous