Toe Tag

[Verse 1 - Billy Blue] I said your reign on the top was short like leprechauns Cuz I crush so called MCs, thugs, and rapper dons Old school niggas, my trap the Taliban Fiends get hooked, them boys here got the bomb Flint [?] niggas get jammed, join the Quran It was only two years fuck nigga, keep calm Thought B Blue might learn a little something Got a couple niggas whack, yea I did a little thugging The money we discussing if you ask me Got to do these numbers like a mathlete Bitch I don't owe a nigga shit And the only thing I ever owed a ho was this dick I be sliding in foreign Lord knows that these bitches know the business Young nigga dick got them hoes acting ignorant Talking bout they made me, ain't you bend it? Fuck with me, if your ho suck this dick then she stuck with me Roll bread out your account, she really fuck with me Return of the mag, I got a goldy touch Pussy got that foreign feel, that Ferrari clutch Niggas pay the lady em hoes, them pendejos Look at how you made that ho, shit DSOP that black bottle, Imma go get it [?] Broke nigga know when that money talking Check my back pocket, white house coffin Yea nigga, dead presidents You screaming broke pussy, negligence Bow down, this flow here is heaven sent I ain't gotta talk about who I'm better then Cuz lord knows that shit there irrelevant They screaming "Blue you the down south veteran" Fuck ass nigga, no luck ass nigga Cracking ass fool, better duck ass nigga I know you niggas hate my flow Running to the rule lady, tryna make me go I'm out this bitch man [Verse 2 - Young Chris] Chopper till he chops up assistant Hit you little rickys from a distance Got some darn scratch off, rip his fucking back off We hear rat-tat-tat-tat, that's when the sound of the mac off Can't even keep it real in the game, niggas are blackballed Well Imma keep writing until I'm swiping a black card Dance on the track y'all, guess whose back y'all Fresh off Atlantis, get money and that's Gotta keep the metal tight, we're living that ghetto life Your dogs are all bark, them niggas would never bite Never bust a gun off, let alone never fight If he got a dot that was never wrong, I was never right See the brightness through the darkness of my life Cuz ever since I was spitting, nigga my heart was in this mic Niggas with jackets started checking before the flight 38 tape on the hand, or croak back and just buy the pipe Y'all niggas is pussys, faggots we not alike Blow a nigga out his mind, like a nigga was out of sight Ain't no picks with this war shit, we not your type See a lot of black and we hear us a lot of white (Right?) Kicking down the door way before this I was taught to raise a gun before I raised my shorty Leave em stanking fall, money rain and all Show up at the funeral, bloody stains and all So you can't blame [?] dirty [?] Even through the music, back serving the fiends, no That's not an option, I loves the glocking Run town on y'all pussy boys when that guap end I'm alive motherfucker what up? North Philadelphia to MIA shit