[Intro: Enphamus & [?]]
Ayy, turn me up Will
Woah
Big runner, shit talker
Walk 'em 90
Mafia
[Verse 1: Enphamus]
These niggas be cap, they really were saved by the bell
They ain't never put shit in 'da mail
They ain't never done broke down a bag
Stood there, mental math, with 'dat cup on the scale, yeah
Kept goin', I know I prevail
Cuz' beat up the pot 'till it pale
You don't know how it feel
Police in the crib like a swarm, we had so many scales
Fuck it, I didn't wear the Pyrex
But I sold smoke, and that's on my brother
It'll get you 'bout high as the sky at
I don't wanna' be touched but ain't goin' for none
Bitch, I stay wit' an arm like a tricep
Know he goin' missin, I catch him, he pissin'
He slippin' like he on a high step
In the studio sippin' on Hi-Tech
Fuck Instagram, I'on't like pictures
I fuck wit' the birds, so I rather go pop it on Twitter
I pop a perc', then I turn to whatever was evil and lurkin' on Michael in Thriller
5.56 in that [?], Ma' I'm on TV, ridin' wit' dope like the Miller's
Doin' some shit that ain't PG
Double R gang, so it deep in the cut wit' the killa's
[?] tryna' get out that cell like a membrane
She been breakin' my heart, Kunta Kinte
Nigga fuck wit' da mikes 'cause he got paid
You a rat, Master Splinter, sensei
Had to hold down a mag wit' thick tape
On the block like a linemen wit' rich tastes
How these niggas be real but they bitch fake?
In the Wraith's, doin' [?] like field day
I never be pressed, 'cause I keep some iron on me
Bitch nigga, why yo' mind on me?
My mind be on bitches, and money, and steppin' on niggas
If not, then my mind on the P
Gave me six figures, I'm out here big livin'
They just had to spill out my mind on the beat
Niggas be broke as the fuck wit' no water at home
And a bitch wit' her mind on the beach
[Chorus: Enphamus]
Stop that
I can tell he a poser, skimp him
He pull up in a Rover, skimp him
Askin' me, "Is I mobile?" Skimp him
Oh, he look a lil' older, skimp him
What you do for the forty? Shot him
Take one puff and he coughin', shot him
He a athlete in college, shot him
Got that cash in his wallet, shot him
[Interlude: Enphamus & Quez2rr]
Ayo, man
Yo' twin, what's goin on?
Shit, I got 500 for that Q, if I have to pull up on you, you gon' fuck wimme'?
Yeah, I got that nigga, push up
[Chorus: Enphamus]
S-S-Stop that
I can tell he a poser, skimp him
He pull up in a Rover, skimp him
Askin' me, "Is I mobile?" Skimp him
Oh, he look a lil' older, skimp him
What you do for the forty? Shot him
Take one puff and he coughin', shot him
He a athlete in college, shot him
Got that cash in his wallet, shot him
I can tell he a poser, skimp him
He pull up in a Rover, skimp him
Askin' me, "Is I mobile?" Skimp him
Oh, he look a lil' older, skimp him
What you do for the forty? Shot him
Take one puff and he coughin', shot him
He a athlete in college, shot him
Got that cash in his wallet, s-s-shot him
Skimp Him was produced by Grift Music.