[Verse 1: Melo]
They be on my line like birds
All I do is say the word
Roc the block, call me Herb
You could hit me on the chirp
For the green I go berserk
Snatch ya Grandmammy's purse
Get that cash and then I splurge
Bitch I'm in it for the worst
Bitch I'm in it till the death
I'll be smokin' in my hearse
You a failure like The Purge
Bitch I probably hit a nerve
I'mma get what I deserve
So I'm tryna take it all
Little Leaguers cannot ball
You probably already lost
If you short on the cash, then you get tossed
Defyin' and duckin' the law
On fire just like the log
You get deleted like call logs
My mans servin' blow to survive
He stash the shit in his jaws
Some ho probably bought me these draws
Breakin' down all the walls and I'm breakin' all of the rules
Flow like Chestnuts in the fire
I'm like holidays in the kitchen
I write wit' my hand hot, deliver this bitch wit' mittens
I wiggle through barbed wire
I'm sicker than Charles Dickens
They tellin' me I'mma lose, these fools is kiddin'
Give em' a good riddance, right after the sentence
The flow always replenish, it's like courtesy cups
They need to slow down, cause they doing too much
[Hook: Melo]
Start it over, run it back
Walk it out, go run a lap
I'm done with that
Done with that
Done with that
Walk it out, go run a lap
I'm done with that
Done with that
Done with that
Walk it out, go run a lap
Done with that
[Verse 2: Melo]
Yamaguchi
Eatin' sushi
Bitches always throw the coochie
Smoke a doobie, imma' do me
Never changing for a bill, but for em' I will kill
Ill wit' the skills
This paper imma' pill
Never slippin'
Never slackin'
Fool, I'm passin' just like Paxson
MVP of the season
Say I did it for a reason
Losing, can't afford it
They in shock when I'm recording
Just like they was watching Maury
Father to these clowns
Steppin' on they toes
Don't try to do the same
You might get snatched up by yo' chain
Thrown off the mountain, swimming in the Buckingham Fountain wit' my clothes on
Lookin' at the cheese like family photos
Know the role you playing
Captain of the boat, higher than a Weeknd note
Never enjoyed takin' notes, so I said "Fuck A Class!"
Started chasin' cash and grass, now they think I'm Dame Dash
Niggas like "That's Melo Ass"
Call it how you see it
Fuck the game up like ya' sister pressing reset
Ain't no playin', don't do recess
Break down Jesus to a million pieces
Let BroGod know I need it
Fuck you thinkin'?
Wit a Pocahontas chiefin'
Yall some weaklings
Don't worry bout' people speakin'
Out the precinct
Bitch I'm back
Blat! Blat!
Put his chest across his back
[Hook]
They be on my line like birds
All I do is say the word
Roc the block, call me Herb
You could hit me on the chirp
For the green I go berserk
Snatch ya Grandmammy's purse
Get that cash and then I splurge
Bitch I'm in it for the worst
Bitch I'm in it till the death
I'll be smokin' in my hearse
You a failure like The Purge
Bitch I probably hit a nerve
I'mma get what I deserve
So I'm tryna take it all
Little Leaguers cannot ball
You probably already lost
If you short on the cash, then you get tossed
Defyin' and duckin' the law
On fire just like the log
You get deleted like call logs
My mans servin' blow to survive
He stash the shit in his jaws
Some ho probably bought me these draws
Breakin' down all the walls and I'm breakin' all of the rules
Flow like Chestnuts in the fire
I'm like holidays in the kitchen
I write wit' my hand hot, deliver this bitch wit' mittens
I wiggle through barbed wire
I'm sicker than Charles Dickens
They tellin' me I'mma lose, these fools is kiddin'
Give em' a good riddance, right after the sentence
The flow always replenish, it's like courtesy cups
They need to slow down, cause they doing too much
[Hook: Melo]
Start it over, run it back
Walk it out, go run a lap
I'm done with that
Done with that
Done with that
Walk it out, go run a lap
I'm done with that
Done with that
Done with that
Walk it out, go run a lap
Done with that
[Verse 2: Melo]
Yamaguchi
Eatin' sushi
Bitches always throw the coochie
Smoke a doobie, imma' do me
Never changing for a bill, but for em' I will kill
Ill wit' the skills
This paper imma' pill
Never slippin'
Never slackin'
Fool, I'm passin' just like Paxson
MVP of the season
Say I did it for a reason
Losing, can't afford it
They in shock when I'm recording
Just like they was watching Maury
Father to these clowns
Steppin' on they toes
Don't try to do the same
You might get snatched up by yo' chain
Thrown off the mountain, swimming in the Buckingham Fountain wit' my clothes on
Lookin' at the cheese like family photos
Know the role you playing
Captain of the boat, higher than a Weeknd note
Never enjoyed takin' notes, so I said "Fuck A Class!"
Started chasin' cash and grass, now they think I'm Dame Dash
Niggas like "That's Melo Ass"
Call it how you see it
Fuck the game up like ya' sister pressing reset
Ain't no playin', don't do recess
Break down Jesus to a million pieces
Let BroGod know I need it
Fuck you thinkin'?
Wit a Pocahontas chiefin'
Yall some weaklings
Don't worry bout' people speakin'
Out the precinct
Bitch I'm back
Blat! Blat!
Put his chest across his back
[Hook]
( Melo 1st Wonder )
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