Dynamic Duo

Helluva made this beat, baby Ayy Verse 1: Tee Grizzley Ayy lil' Instagram ho, how much you fuckin' for And some head After me, go in that room and show some love to bro Go get bro together Fuck that fame shit Bitch, bitch don't play that role Bitch You just another ho Bitch, you just ain't been exposed Yeah, ayy Heard niggas looking for me, I ain't hiding jack Never I'm prolly in that 'Cat with an explosive on my lap Boom Don't no nigga 'round me stomach touch they back, that's all facts These niggas all cap, if we deep we all strapped Graah They talk good in that studio, it's all rats They talk I talk good in that studio, it's all facts That's facts The bros look like rappers but them niggas all trap I'll let that chopper scream like a text with all caps Braah Mar-Mar on his way, I lovе talking to my nigga Free bro Her head on my lap, she lovе talking to my zipper Noggin This MAC it hit yo back like you was coughing, lil' nigga Since you can't stay in yo place, stay in this coffin, lil' nigga Ran into this famous bitch, she said want some coke Whatever I said what you need, bitch we got that by the truckload We got it She said she wanna do some' Woo, told her get the fuck on Bitch Bitch you a custo', I serve, I don't fuck those Bitch You know I got the drip, my sweater fifty Benjis Five bands If I can't fuck the bitch then she must be in prison Behind bars The competition non-existent, I don't see them Nah Bro smacked him with that Eagle, bitch my niggas evil Bitch, come here That's why I thank God I can eat with rap 'Cause my gun like some silverware, yeah I can eat with that Eat Since he a hot head, add some more heat to that Let that heater clap when he drop, we ain't gon' speak on that Baow I'll put them shooters on your doorstep Knock, knock Then bring yo head back, I'll tell 'em nice job Good job Forty-five thousand for the Rolex Whatever, nigga Another forty thousand for the ice job Bling, blaow I just met my plug out in Vegas Out in Vegas He bring that bag back, we doin' flexin' We gon' what Rich nigga dick, bitch, taste it Oh, taste it Don't run, be a big girl, take it Bitch, shut up The nigga shot my brother, he ain't speakin' He's not speakin' Not because he anti-social, he ain't breathin' He outta here Niggas say they got it out the mud That's all I wish I had it that good, I got it out the cement Wait up, hold up How the hate gon' keep me under Huh When the government couldn't keep me down Nah Fuck the throne, I just want some money Yeah Y'all can keep the crowns Before my momma went fed, she had ki's and pounds Told her keep them racks out her trap, it's too much cheese around Verse 2: Lil Yachty I don't want no more rap friends, these niggas bitches Yeah I don't compete or beef at all, so that's fictitious Mmm I'm concrete as hell, fuck a scale, we'll share the riches I just might ice out your bitch for washing dishes Mmm We won't give a fuck about his words and final wishes I know some niggas from the 'burbs that's pullin' switches Brr Hit the corner soft, let it off, then skrted off Helluva made this beat, baby Now they seeing demons every time he turn and toss Slatt I know niggas taking Vicodins, they Randy Moss I took several trips with a look-a-like Kate Moss Go My diamonds cost that me after, it's okay 'cause it's real Voss Wet Did a lot of shit before the mask, I paid the cost My lil' bro a real street sweeper, he get it off Jake My main bitch, the flyest bitch alive, she never lost Shit, I may never lose This shit gon' slap 'em hard, they'll never snooze My grip so damn tight on my sack, I left a bruise Slatt We beat that nigga lavish partner sleeping, it's never rules If she got any thing out of me, I wasn't tricked Go, go, go They can only get my chain if I lose it, I'm never licked Go, go, go, go My homie whacked a nigga and went missing, he really sick Damn A bitch 'round my bitch can't get much but basic dick Damn My old bitch was really old, born in '86 Think before my OG had the music had eighty bricks Move like the service 'round my head like the Taliban Brr Stretch like the task force with a backyardigans I never invest in a G, in another man Boat Forty-five hundred on a Cartier cardigan Sus I was just getting neck for my minions If it don't fit, we hit the tailor and we take it in Don't know why she was being stiff, I had to break it in Praying for my niggas outside, I hope they make it in Outro: Lil Yachty Michigan Boy Boat I'm 'bout to fuck these niggas up