Mustachios lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
Uh
227
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James & Heem B$F]
Ayy, hear me, these n*ggas sick I came Stanley Steemer
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, boomerangin' on my [?][0:15]
All them glass slippers and pumpkins not no fairy tale
Put the blues on the iron maiden, that's a carousel
I'm Jay j*rkins with the morphine since Sam Perkins
For the fourteen, finger rollin', I think I'm Iceman Gervin
Blunt in my left, steering wheel in my right hand, swervin'
Three thousand pills in a light tan 'Burban
Off of I-10 merging to my Turkish plug with Durk and cuz
Burnin' crud, these n*ggas lie more than a Persian rug
I'm in the woo wherе uncle woadie touchin' big baggies
[?][0:48] on thе IQ, it's like the Mix Factory
Ever since the death of Daphne, I been livin' dastardly
Poured the drank so thick, my cup look like I'm sippin' daiquiris
While all these n*ggas rappin' me, it ain't no cappin' me
It's mafia, what else? You already know where we at with me, let's get it (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Heem B$F & Chase Fetti]
Just got a chopper with the dirty wood
My name good, I'm from a dirty hood
f*ck with Crips, but no Bloods bigger than Suge
Heard him talkin', I wish he would
First he say it to my back, then he give me dap and show me love
I'm quarterbackin', throwin' slugs
Break a quarter down in crumbs, hit the block, and run it up a dub
Got dead homies, many hold a grudge
I need revenge in blood, I'm thinkin' 'bout it, slippin' on my gloves
When I die, tell 'em give me doves
And take me through the slums, point 'em in the sky, empty out the guns
Smokin' stinky, f*ckin' up my lungs
We dress up like bums, use sneaker boxes like they trust funds
They turned on me, I trust none
Dumpin' ashes off the blunt as I'm plottin' on my next run
Could hit the plug, tell him, "Send a ton"
But f*ck that, I'm done (Uh)
I'm tryna stash a milli' for my son
[Verse 3: Chase Fetti]
I make that coke walk on water like Jesus' legs (Uh-huh)
Raided the 'rib twice, I beat the feds (I beat 'em)
My three-five the size of Easter eggs (That's a fact)
They say that life's a gamble, but I keep some spread (Keep it)
I call your shorty if I need some head (Hahaha)
And I could tell you how her mind work (Tell you)
But you can ask the fiends and they gon' tell you how my dimes work (Uh-huh)
You bums can't even find work (f*ck out of here)
But I'm hirin'
Disrespect, then they firin' (Brrt)
On the block like I'm Burnham, I'm shootin' until I'm tired
I'm the God, n*gga (I'm the God)
Service is where I learned how to swipe the card, n*gga (What up?)
You know who we are, n*gga (Uh-huh)
Biceps is swole from shootin' diddy in they arm
My dope a nine, this sh*t the bomb (Uh-huh)
I be feelin' like Saddam, n*gga (That's a fact, n*gga)
Look, a whole war 'cause you ain't cook it to the oils (f*ck)
So I gots to have them hitters lookin' for you (Brrt)
You wrap it in that plastic, have n*ggas distribute for you (Uh-huh)
And you's a b*tch, I tell 'em push up on you (Get him, n*gga)