SYSTEM

[Verse 1: Biv]
Roll up in a Bayonne, hit ya
Sweating on the call, bitches fuckers spin a zipper
Waste no time, when they call, finna fix ya
Run around mines, no smoke, no mirror
They don't want smoke, no trigger
I don't wanna blame, not a picture
Put em' in the dirt, no wither
Spin it for the ride, but it fold with the picture
Spin it for the ride, but it fold
Tell em' they do it for attention
2020 bitches when I pull up with the mission
I don't fuck around with my life or my dentist
Fuck around, put a motherfucker in the system
Sound like they do it for attention
2020 bitchеs when I pull up with the mission
I don't fuck around with my life or my dеntist
Fuck around, I put a motherfucker in the system, yuh
Put a bitch on a playdate
I fought a motherfucker down Badway
Money going cold to the sickday
Money going cold to the sickday
I could pull up in that motherfucker and I know they seem him where he go
Woah
Ain't nobody tryna find a fuck or give a money talk when I blow
Woah
I could feel the lotta ya, woah, yuh
Bitch was too melodic, woah, yuh
Found my soul inside a ghost, woah
Running dirty how it goes, woah
Dropping buddy down the road, woah
Ain't no tell us with the bros, woah
Stupid bitches do the most, woah
Bring them bodies out the door
Why do you block down this shit? Block
Anybody saw that, spit that chop
Put em' on a body when I bottle that top
Motherfuckers don't wanna keep what they got
If anybody stop when they pull up, do blocks
I left my soul when I pull out the spot, woah
I left my soul when I pull out the spot, woah

[Verse 2: BLCKK]
I'm too good at this shit, bitch swallow my spit
Never talk about me unless you really wanna disappear
I've been in and out of living, I don't love it here
How'd I manage to fuck it up this bad?
Hit bricks, for someone you motherfuckers had took a hundred takes
I don't do this shit the same way
And shut the fuck up, proud of this shit, a mixtape
Man, I'm back on my game, I dropped this fucking shit up again
Tell these pussies that I still on they head
Tear that metal, prolly heard what I bent
Shoot me pussy, pray you never pretend
Fuck everybody you went, uh
Fuck you up, breaking your friends, what
Boy bitch you needed that stitch, yeah, what?
Cry 'bout a shoot when you miss, yeah
Stomp on your neck, bitch, get your ribs split
'Til they break shit, I said fuck living
Ain't nobody listen, fucking my bitch
That sick and [?] shit, yeah
Sick of the input, never thought I'd end a missing childhood
Never wanna see another birthday, I don't talk to nobody, they all fake
Yeah