441 Navy Lane lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Tye, you made this b*tch too? The f*ck got into you?)

[Verse 1: Veeze]
Oh, you playin' with that— Well, that's good, I got a kennel
He thought that was drank, but like Juddy, I remixed 'em
Oh, you tryna catch the bag, I can show you how to send 'em
Think you a hothead, ice you up like we with Tizzle
I can show you how to do this sh*t one night, just grab a rental
Tali high, just think I seen an opp and grabbed a pistol

[Verse 2: Talibando]
I up this big-ass rocket, he gon' think I shot a missile
He dead on the scene, he ain't make it to the 'spital
You know me, I'm with the Navy, we as shady as it get
I got guns for a hundred, get 'em straight or get 'em mixеd
You can come and get this sh*t or you can pay to get 'еm shipped
You can turn me straight around or I can come down there and sit

[Interlude: Los]
Cheah, uh, cheah (n*gga), uh (b*tch), yeah
pus*y-ass n*ggas, ain't got no love for 'em

[Verse 3: Los]
Dropped my lil' homie an even stack to mix the bag up
How you buy 'em— shh, yeah, that's the rap, huh?
I'm talkin' eight days a week, forty days a month (Real talk)
n*ggas fall out with they man 'cause they can't hit the blunt
Man, that's f*cked up, I'll get to cuttin' up
I'll play with the prices, jack the numbers up
Scammin' on the internet, naw, I ain't into that
Sittin' on the porch where I send 'em at (pus*y-ass n*ggas, ain't got no love for 'em)