OVEN MITTZ

[SAM R I]

I leave that ass blue & black, movin packs, spewin facts
I grew up at, where people high on glue & crack ain't shootin gats
Student never who could pass, too busy w/them buddah packs
Chasin all dat juicy ass, homies turned to hookah ash
Shop n lift for my conglomerates i swear that's obvious
I feel like doing soccer kicks on bowling balls in mocasins
16s i rock em sick so they call me Stojaković
They want me h-e-hockey sticks, i duck and send a coffin quick
They know im pacquiao, bob n weave n jab n pow
Prices high, im stackin now, they beg for me to slash it down
Homie this ain't happy hour whatchu think ima snap about?
Im active now, my trigger finger itchin tryna blast a round
Im on some fuck it shit, bitches call it ruggedness
I call it never sucka shit, like cobain wit the pump n shit
Servin fiends wit the cut up shit, corners hot wit the oven mits
Feel da heat? bitch im under it, left da booth when da thunder hit

[HILOKALON]

Seen the cash coming Flash stunning
You can’t compare I ain’t ask for nothing
Packs juggin got your hoe cummin
Racks doubling Haters ducking
Big hitter got you lames fumbling
No remorse for these busters made it out the gutter
No mask but I got cover Beat ya up drag you to your mother
Sink the whip shave the numbers Blowing up to crumbles
Collect calls fast cars Bad flaws BNEs like Santa clause
Fucking snakes tryna sabotage
Put em up we the ones involved
Don’t be snitching dawg
I Pull your card if your acting hard
Glock on me Try to run me off
Clapped cheeks with you main girl You Never been in charge
I’m supercharged Bitch we living large
Creeping in the fog Popping off fuck what it cost - it's HILO