MADRICHES lyrics

[Intro: al.divino]
(Exhibit)
Bo-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot (Bo-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Yaugh (Bo-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Yaugh, yaugh
Yo-yo-yo, yo
Yeah

[Verse 1: al.divino]
Ayo, shoot guns, pursue funds, Ralph Lauren, Liv Parker
I Know a fiend that'll boost a car off a few jums, oh
Smoke blunts like I got more than two lungs (Smoke!)
sh*t I'm kickin', it give a thoroughbred the goosebumps
Your lunch get took (Quick)
Bullets in size of a baby foot (Brrt!)
Line you up like a walkthrough by the Brook
Get cooked, for thinkin' that we half-way crooks, son (f*ck)
I turn your body to sugar off of a bad look
Decodin' blue with the buddah (Whip)
Bottle type b*tch with the headwrap
Braids, but she hood, keep the blick, break a b*tch (Woop!)
Plays like a player (Ah)
We get what we worth (Yeah)
You just in the way (f*ck outta here)
f*ck minimum wage, kid, I'm tryna get payed (f*ck that)
Speak wise words that'll live for decades
Ghetto timers concave (Woop!)
The Louis loafers is suede (Ah)
Dimes b*tches, I persuade, serenade 'til she throw it back like a grenade (Blow, blow, blow, blow)
Hey
[Chorus: al.divino & Estee Nack]
Just tryna' f*ck mad b*tches, stack mad riches (Ah, hey)
Yeah
Tryna' f*ck mad b*tches, stack mad riches (Hey)
Yeah (Ah)
f*ck mad b*tches, stack mad riches (Hey)
Feel me? (Know I mean?)
Just tryna' f*ck mad b*tches, stack mad riches (Ayo, yeah, ayo)

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Jeremy Spoken, mad shootin'
Grass pollutin' (Smoke!)
Parachute and the mask, I'm back recruitin' (What up?)
Revolution made in quarter Houston (Word)
Kamasutra, valentine cuban, your presence, I find it stupid (n*gga!)
Down and lucrative
Maison Margiela, make your mind up and drawin' up the blueprint
BM colours is two cent (Shine)
Try the new scent (Yeah)
Smokin' wild type of flavors (Woop), you n*ggas square like Now & Laters with foul behavior (Foul!)
Wild to save ya
Presence
Man, woman and child, the radiance, the patrons ain't makin' pressure (See that?)
Scrape the resi' (Word), foul session, kick a wild lesson (It's wild)
Down with the stress and how the essence give out the blessin' (Woah!)
Without to mention
Knock you up out of the dimension
Hyper tension
Hustlers that like attention (b*tch)
Light the piper, let it rest and (Word)
What?
f*ckin' with the Mansion n*ggas is a dead investment (sh*t is dead, n*gga)
Son (Know I mean?), you know (You understand, son?), yeah (What?)
[Chorus: Estee Nack]
Tryna' f*ck mad b*tches, tryna stack mad riches (Stackin' mad money)
n*gga (Yeah, doin' aight though)
Understand that
Tryna' f*ck mad b*tches, tryna stack mad riches (See me, son)
Woo (Coño, coño)
Tryna' f*ck mad b*tches, tryna stack mad riches (Gleam!), motherf*cker
(Yeah), por le monte (Bah!)
Tryna' f*ck mad b*tches, tryna stack mad riches (Word)

[Outro: Estee Nack]
n*gga, que lo que, yo, we're a little loudy (Yeah! Oh!)
Ah, no, no, se por la llega, my n*gga (Yeah)
Simpatia, buen loco, palomo, you what I'm sayin'? (Oh, ah)
It's me, the Nackman (Yeah)
Al.divino (Woah), saco chino, my n*gga