I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello, this is Mike Laury (Thieves, thieves)
Dubba-AA flexing
I'm on these
Alright, I'm ready, I'm ready
Woo (Oh) , I say murder (Oh, oh)
I say, I say they, yeah
They ain't ever fucked with me, yeah
Them bitch-ass niggas was playin' games from the jump
Just like these dog-ass hoes
Yeah, you already know how it go (This Is The Sound)

I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels)
My murder clothes (They my murder clothes)
Throw society up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't ho
Top tell y'all go step on shit (Step on shit)
So the case closed
I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"

Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my Baba that they cannot fault him

Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real
Slang that Draco and somebody get killed
Gravedigger, yeah, they know what it is
They gon' send me to that island for real
Real nigga, he won't stop if they hate
Real hitter shoot that stick at your face
Pall bearer, I be raisin' the rate
Red eye, it won't be a fair chase
She gon' die for the ride, even though that her life be a risk
In that front, ain't no stoppin', I up and I'm poppin'
A nigga might die in this bitch, might die
I know ten, ten, shh, fuck how wild it get
Brand new. 223, it hold a whole hundred
I said, "Herm, pull on side on that bitch"
They ain't playin' chase, they be hidin' from hits
Tell on me, you gon' die, my friend
Like I'm broke, stolo slidin' up in it
After doin' a drill, change the firin' pan
PTR with no hollows in it (I'ma bring the hearse out)
You a gravedigger, you gon' kill 'em after, we gon' bury 'em dead
Society wanna join, he a snake, kill a man

I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels)
My murder clothes (They my murder clothes)
Don't switch sides to 'em, both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't hoe
Top tell y'all go step on shit (Step on shit)
Told her, "Case closed"
I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"

Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my Baba that they cannot fault him

Feelin' like they ain't fuckin' with me
Mad mane leavin' blood in the streets
Dawg, mane, came only for green
Pray it up, we gon' pray 'fore we feast
At the club, searchin' 'round for one chain
Uppin' one click, more than one it might be
We ain't hit a party, we just scopin' the scene
Talkin' soon as it end, one gon' die 'fore they leave
About playin' with me
I got my fire, fuck H. P. D
I'm in that eye, I'ma shake the scene
I'm in that Nawf right where you not
Where you think I ain't nothin', I probably sleep
Runnin' circles around everything, plan on catchin' me
Still got no time for anomalies
Steady pickin' out shit, who was sayin' they gon' step on me?
After the fact, they can't even breathe

Oh, oh, oh, oh (x2)

Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him

Oh, oh, oh, oh (This Is The Sound)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Yeah, I say, "Off 'em"