We Need A Pilot lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?) Talkin' 'bout a small delay, I think
Ghetto Boy sh*t, n*gga, how you doin', man?
I'm doin' great, n*gga

[Verse]
Shoutout to them n*ggas who be smackin' ends
I'm tryna bang off the backboard, smack the rim
Take a 'Zac, smoke a whole Black, I done cracked my rim
Four chains, one watch on, that's a half an M
He used to wear Mike shoes, they used to laugh at him
He used to buy nickel bags, Mike went half with him
Me and C got Glock 9s, he my ratchet twin
I just beat the n*gga ass, I wanna scrap again
Yeah, I see you got hands, can you catch a ten?
Have you ever drunk a ten and wrecked your Benz?
n*gga, that was Hi-Tech
How I take two 30s and ain't high yet?
A n*gga ain't beefin' with us if he ain't die yet
That n*gga ain't have no Qua', I threw a riot
I ain't really got on the pie yet
Load the PJ up, we need a pilot
b*tch, I'll put a whole M inside your eyelids, let you see that
n*gga, this ain't real 'za take your weed back
Ayy, C, why the f*ck do you got on a ski mask?
She put me in a group chat 'cause I skeet fast
I can do a song in six minutes 'cause I think fast
That's sh*t talkin', that's punchin' in
Beat the n*gga ass two times, I wanna punch again
Alright, Marc Boomin, punch me in
Turn the pint upside down, they done punctured it
b*tch turnt, I ain't comin' to function yet
Hold my nose when I f*ck the ho 'cause it stunk a bit
Mike ain't Craig but he chunked a brick
Me and bro on 15s, finna jump a b*tch
Man, I'm tryna hump a b*tch
Crack a egg on a b*tch head, Brian Pumper sh*t
.308 hit his car, n*gga, bumper split
I would never eat the cat, it's a bump on it
This a real shotgun, you gotta pump on it
Can't never wear my Gucci shirt again, got c*m on it
She was squirtin' everywhere in that damn bed
I'll never buy the Hi-Tech if it's still red
It gotta be African-American
Yesterday we had got into it, I don't care again
You say my ice look fake, why you starin' then?
We ain't got on moissanite, it's all karats in it
I wanna eat a shrimp salad with carrots in it
I'm high as f*ck, I need to sit in a chair a minute
I think I took too many pills
How you know Too Much Money Boys and don't remember Will?
He was there when I turned myself in, I remember Phil
And I seen him on the first day out, camera in his hand
Give me real work
I'll pay anything for a seal if it's real pert
But before I pour a pop, give me a pill first
Man, these n*ggas gay as hell, he got a real purse
Put me and him in the same room, he gettin' killed first
Whole back of the n*gga head gone, he got killed worse
I just woke up clappin', is we still in church?
I was broke as hell, baby mama stealin' shirts
That's some real sh*t, this a real switch
Don't get killed quick, ask 'bout your baby, they peel sh*t
Money is not everything, me and Will rich
And Phil rich and Mike rich
Not no n*gga sh*t, he white rich
They don't like Chris 'cause he kept it real
n*gga took a quarter mill', shoulda kept that deal