Mariah Carey - Clavish ft. Teeway

How you still shot two-twos and tell girls that you're moving

Boxes of food? free my niggas that are locked in the room

You ain't been no block with the broom

I'm on the O-P-P block, shots and a Q

I was broke, nobody tried buss me a Q

I put faith in my trap, no trust into you

Put faith in myself, no trust into them

Took a L but when I'm off tag, fuckries again

Uncle said he quit smoking, he a junkie again

Now he can't touch my food, he'll probably suck me again

I know a Gram girl, Chanel shoes she'll fuck me for them

Out of ten she a eight but I love me a ten

Know a street nig', he don't really care about P's

When he catches a M, richest nigga on the streets

Ain't counted a ten, why you chilling with the fiends?

Why you bagging up white? Why you sitting round B?

Put in work or make bread if you sitting round me

Couple killers round me, if I'm lying I'm dying

I wake up in the A.M., send a text to my buyers

I push crack stones to crack fiends, God loves a trier

I drop niggas out if I hear they're doing Mariah

Carey, I don't care, we got guns with bine in

And she knows what it is when the seats are reclining

Hood chicks wanna know if I got beef with the 9ers, no

Started from the bottom but the top's where I'm trying to go

My young'un always talking bout --, dying to go

The only time that he press smoke and your eyes will close

I buy my own guys, that's why I'm not minding my tone

She wanna throw it back because

She said I'm too toxic, she wanna detox

I still make pussy niggas dust, no re-rock

No condom, I bet Crash still make the ting beat off

Cut through there all the time, I don't see opps

AP boogers so big impossible to miss

Used to re-up on a Z, that's the cost of my kicks

Used to re-up on a fours, that's the cost for the stick

Times changed, now my left wrist cost me a brick

Gun jakes behind, got a Glock in the whip

Shotty cost a Chrome Hearts jumper

Pulling on her tracks when I'm hitting on the bumper

Mummy say "you're done for", trident at the front door

Grew up with a lot of pussys, now I gotta hunt four

Cock it back, flung four, I stuff the load, I dump more

I kick them niggas out the ride if I see they're unsure

And now we're all five slanging, had his whole life hanging

Why they tryna take away all the shit that mans planning

Come up in the trap slangin', auntie say "you're gangbanging"

And I ain't in OT but I got old cats slangin'

Broke down started banging, they ain't bangin' or they're lyin'

The civilians crying, niggas on the floor dying

Waiting while the crack drying, Weebay tryna bun fry him

Police aiming hammers at me, "don't shoot, I'm compliant"

Uptown we ain't lackin', bae knows this shit brackin'

In the woods with bubba M, man this shit waps jammin'

Twenty junk heads smacking, nigga you don't know trapping

Half a brick going Hatton, label meetings, no backing

He got soaked in his hat, a thousand stones for the mac, now where that biker

Doing quick booms for them cats

All that mainroad banging, put the zones on the map

See him run for his life, but he got smoked in his back

In the trap with the chicken, and his times still tickin'

Niggas love getting litty, we caught him lackin' and lit him

Drop neck T.T.s in that front room fitting

And when them car doors pop, we got grown men shittin'

I put bine in my hood, I put smack by the beach

Trident nicked me Class A, 'cause them wraps in my reach

Chef a niggas with my shaver I just slapped it in beach

Niggas rap bout bangin' but don't practice their preach

I'm gettin' bread by the hour, pull up, fed them the power

Six holes in his skin, it makes sense why they're sour

In a pyrex bowl I make coke take a shower

We got too many Habads in that fifth block tower