[Lyric] LONGCANYONtrl (Kal Banx)

[Intro]

[Verse: MF DOOM]
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask 'em after ten miles in his galoshes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster
A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster
They supposed to know, it show when his aura glow
Get from out the row, when he get dough, it's horrible
Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest thе fess
For 10 K's, he'll cave a chickеn chest S
Yes, y'all, the dub will get ya trickles
The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels
But tut tut, he 'bout to change the price again
It go up each time he blow up like hydrogen
Villain here, have 'em shrillin' in fear
And won't stop top illin' 'til he a gazillionaire
Grillin' stare, yeah, ya boy had drama
Got 'em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma
Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga joke
Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke
I thought I told 'em, "Firing pins was separate"
He find out later when he tries to go and rep it
Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah
Charged in advance to translate it and ignored it sorta
One monkey don't stop no slaughter
A junkie wanna cop a quarter ton, run for the border
Know the drill, it ain't worth the overkill
Flow skill, still, there's no thrill
Fill a billion 10K bills in his pill'a
Villa', when it gets realer, split the skrilla with-
Dilla (Dilla) mix, mix, mix
Do a deal for kicks and...
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (I'm with Dro, blatt)
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (For the low, blatt)
If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love, blatt)
Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Woah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
Fuck that bitch, I go too dumb (Blatt)
Rick Owens on top of ones
We don't do no one-on-ones (Blatt)
Put that Xanny on your tongue
Rock the show out like a punk
She the type of bitch that love to fuck (Blatt)
Baby, you the chosen one
And, baby, I don't fuck with none
Fell asleep in LA, woke up to the sun, ooh
Fuck my PO, he know I got hella guns (Yeah)
Ooh, and shoutout my OG, he know he keep in one, uh
Fuck that SGP, he know I brung the phonk (Cash, Cash, what?)
Hit him with the pump, leave him in the trunk (Cash)
Uh, would have fucked your baby mama but it stunk (Yeah)
Uh, beat a nigga ass, leave a nigga lumped (Woah, what? What? What?)

[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
I came in with a cool hundred (Blatt, what? What?)
And I got some bitches comin' (Blatt, what? What?)
And I got some bitches callin' (Blatt, ooh, beep, beep, what? What?)
Uh, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (I'm with Dro, blatt)
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (For the low, blatt)
If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love, blatt)
Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Woah)
Ooh (Beep)
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (I'm with Dro, blatt)
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (For the low, blatt)
If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love, blatt)
Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Woah)
Ooh (Beep)