Control lyrics

[Intro]
Black Money Boyz Deathrow, f*ck n*gga
I don’t know why these n*ggas tryna be like me
Bein’ a n*gga like me ain’t easy. sh*t hard, hard, real hard (Loko)
Yeah, big dog, yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
Me I like flexin’, like flossin’
You too much concerned with the lies and the flodgin’
Lebanese b*tch and she bossin’
Ain’t too picky, like ‘em lightskin or darkskin
Hol’ up stop the track
Gimme 15 minutes, ‘bout to break her back
I came in for all the racks
They set this b*tch up, we gon’ send it right back
I get it all face, no mask
Since when you n*ggas tough? Y’all make me laugh
I secured all the bags
Could never fit the fonk
Lightskin got a black
These n*ggas goin’ out sad
You couldn’t call my bluff
You [?] showed you where it’s at
I slide through and beez the trap
Beat-beat-beat, beat it up then spazz
Yea hold on give me 10 more minutes to beat her back in
I’m finna go Lizzo, show my ass ‘fore the track end
I put it in the front end before I go get the back end
She said she wanna f*ck in the Bentley she need subtraction
Whole pint of Tris, I just spiked it with acid
Bet she gon’ suck on that di*k ‘til it’s flaccid
She pulled up and got split in half like a fraction
I’m Mr. 0-to-100, I’m [?]
430 Deathless, make her do magic
No Hunger Games we all eat in my faction
I bust all the bells down, FN made of plastic
Your b*tch at my house waitin’ right now I had it (Yeah)
I feel ecstasy enter me
Walk ‘round the house and I speak to the entities
Promethazine codeine so plush call it Trisamine
Came to the Bird house for lunch, ate her like sesame
[Hook]
Fee-fi-fo attack
Can’t no f*ck n*gga hold me back
Pour into my soda, black
Count it all up control the racks
n*gga can’t hold me back
Count it all up, control the racks
n*gga can’t hold me back
Count it all up, control the racks

[Verse 2]
Yeah n*gga bantam weight, Rousey
How the f*ck you doubt me?
I’m takin’ off her blousey
Next come the trouseys
Own all my maters, b*tch Steve Stoute
I ain’t with all the banter
Get the f*ck from ‘round me
Teardrops fallin’ right from ya momma eyes
These n*ggas cat but don’t got 9 lives
Pew, pew, pew, 1 shot make ‘em cry
Teardrop Gang, to you, from I
Ay-ay-ay-ay, [?]
Next to the Phantom, while I play piano
Your album was ass, Anthony Fantano
Couldn’t hold a candle, on wax like this mantle
I’m way in the islands, took yo b*tch to Sandles
f*cked her like a mermaid, turned into Atlantis
[Hook]
Fee-fi-fo attack
Can’t no f*ck n*gga hold me back
Pour into my soda, black
Count it all up control the racks
n*gga can’t hold me back
Count it all up, control the racks
n*gga can’t hold me back
Count it all up, control the racks