MOVIE lyrics

[Intro]
(Evil Poison Money Gang)
(We make the best poison)
(Professor Smokey is an evil man)
(Opp genocide)
(Based Negative Squad)
(Hey Seepy, do we get some medals?)

[Verse 1: Acid Souljah]
Smokin' on this gas, and it's green just like Yoda
Right now I'm callin' Pat like, "When you slidin' wit' the cola?"
I used to have dirty clothes and a Motorola
That phone barely worked, I couldn't even make calls
You a lil' bro, and we out here makin' calls
If he talkin' down, we gon' pull up like it's Call of Duty
Every time I f*ck my b*tch
I feel like I be Ryan Gosling in those stupid ass movies
Pop out, it's a movie
When you see me at a show, I'm really booted

[Verse 2: RXKNephew]
Heron that I got, knock out Mike Tyson
The Glock I came wit', tell you that we ain't fightin'
Heron that I got, knock out Mike Tyson
The Glock I came wit', tell you that we ain't fightin'
I feel like Gucci wit' the Briland
This my money, don't get excited
Waka Flocka dope, let's start a riot
Throw him in a pot, boil him and fry him
No wonder why his hood dyin'
His album ain't sell 'cause he lyin'
Bump some Neph and get enlightened
If I die, it's gon' be off the hendawg
Ain't no more drugs, then I'm p*ssed off
My b*tch tryna bite the di*k off
People still sell crack out the pool-hall
You ain't tryna shop then move on
Girl, f*ck out my face
My boy, my dope top rank
You'll get shot in yo face
Slide down south hittin' the stanky leg
My Perc taste like Panera bread
Henny taste like banana bread
I'm havin' nightmares, goin' to the feds
She asked for money, and left her on read
[Verse 3: Xhris2Eazy]
Pop out, move it
I'm high, but she blew me
I hit that b*tch once, and then I passed her off to Acid
Geekin' off of shrooms, I might go pop me some acid
Step inside the booth, we got big Neph, and we be spazzin'
Smoke a big blunt sittin' on top of the Aston
f*ck a b*tch while I got on my geek glasses
I told the b*tch, "This my nerd swag, hoe"
Cold life cold heart comin' through talkin' real swag, ho
Shawty pull on my f*ckin' belt, so now my pants sag
I was down, messed up, lookin' at the hourglass
Now I got Neph and Christ wit' me, smokin' big gas
Uh, uh, uh (Damn, son, where'd you find this? In the trash?)
In the fast lane, better not pass
Slow lane Larry, I drive wit' the Flash
Look at my pocket, I keep me some pills
Couple of RP's make me chill
Yeah, for real
(I hope my opps get aids)

[Verse 4: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Everybody at GetYouKilledRecords will kill you
We just got money, we'll still shoot you
Kill you, hit you, spit on you, and beat you
I'm talkin' 'bout robbin' your shoes wit' Minshew
My wrist look like both the Clermont twins on it
Scale like a dog just sh*t on it
When my video drop, yo b*tch gon' click on it
Unc in the hood still smokin' chronic
My b*tch ass look like it got hydraulics
My b*tch ass so fat it look bionic
AR-15 got titties on it
[When I beat the back?], got titties on it
We made over a 100k on a iPhone
This Glock took a n*gga to a different time zone
I sold bags of dope, I'm not a scammer
If a n*gga scam me, I beat his ass and smash his iPhone
All my opps wanna truce up
My dope hittin' like Bane when he's juiced up
When I commit crimes there ain't no gettin' caught
I can't name all the different sh*t I bought
I can't name all the different hoe's I f*cked
I got a cabinet filled wit' bowls and cut
I got dirty n*ggas that'll hit you for a thousand bucks
My front pocket stickin' out like a fake butt
[Outro]
(Based Negative Squad)
(Opp genocide)