Structure lyrics

[Intro: Slimesito]
50
You know I'm doubled down right now
Posted up on gangway
50'd up
Aye

[Verse 1: Slimesito]
I'm servin' the bricks, yeah I got it in order
I'm up in D.C. and I'm servin' that water
Had to meet the Mexican right there by the border
Takin' sh*t off, n*gga this a new world order
Got a couple Spanish b*tches, they out in Flordia
Got a lot of plata on me just like a foreigner
House by the beach, yeah that sh*t by the water
I soup up my whip n*gga, then I upgrade my motor
I soup up my stick, n*gga I got the world on my shoulder
Big ass Glock on my hip, ain't doin' no holster

[Verse 2: BeezyB]
We rollin' these n*ggas, I ain't talkin' coaster
I'm rockin' LV, I don't rock no Gosha
I'm hoppin' out foreigns and that Testarossa
I'm with real slimes and I hang with vultures
Cross this line then you gon' get murdered
I hit them bricks, I hit it with the sulfur
I'm crossin' n*ggas out like I'm playin' rugby
I wrap them keys up then I gotta' smuggle them
I'm still servin' plays with your baby mother
I spin the block once, you ain't go no further
Stick hit his brain, turn it to a Gusher
VVS diamonds lookin' like some clusters
So many sticks, damn near got cluttered
We gon' tie his ass up, hang him from the gutter
I'm a clutch shooter, shootin' at the buzzer
n*ggas gettin' rolled on [?]
[Verse 3: Slimesito]
I'm servin' these n*ggas but I ain't no usher
I got five traps, yeah I'm havin' structure
You better watch out clutchin' cause you know I'll bust you
(Blat!) All my choppers came from Russia
I only trust Glocks, n*gga I can't trust you
I'm totin' two Glocks on a antique sofa
I'm sendin' them hits now I feel like Sosa
I stay with them vets, I ain't tryna coach ya'
These n*ggas get smoked, do em' like Mimosa
Them bodies lump up, n*gga like a toaster
I'm partin' that red sea, like I'm Noah
I'm servin' them bags and I'm servin' yola
Them hollow tips sprayin' faster than some cobra
That chop bang two times like it's Sosa

[Verse 4: BeezyB]
These n*ggas be weak and I know they green
I'm clutchin the Glock and I'm servin' fiends
I got dog food and I'm servin' clean
I upped that stick, I spread it like some oil sheen
That n*gga got burnt, we left him in ravine
I been in hot sh*t since I was a teen
I'm shootin' that hook shot like Kareem
I been in the game like Jimmy Iovine
Try to run off then them bullets gon' steam
I beat him with a bat, I'm feelin' like Sting
b*tch I'm in the mob, I ain't need no team
You the puppet and I'm pullin' the strings
I'm sticked up slidin', rollin' off a bean
These n*ggas be weak, I think they need some zinc
I f*cked a white b*tch and that pus*y pink
I cook up bricks then put em' in the sink
[Outro: BeezyB]
Yeah, on gang