[Verse 1: The Game]
Ayo, I mob how I mob, yeah, I’m hood with it
Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley, yeah, I’m good with it
Everything Suge with it, I’m a boss like that
Caught five, Odell Beckham, Randy Moss like that
It’s Bompton, reason why I talk like that
Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that
I’m Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me
Hurricane Game, Katrina’d the AP
Top-down, the AC, with X and AZ
Ruff Rydin’, you can see this Draco in HD
Don’t try me, nigga, homicide’s my hobby
Backwoods fat, we blowin’ these sacks like Mozzy
In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani
Plus, I keep an extra with the owl feather texture
2020, we doin’ drive-bys in Teslas
Sex, money, murder, and drugs, Carmen Electra
[Chorus: ToBi & The Game]
Fuck the slice, I want the pie
Why ask, “Why?”, ’til we die
Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
Carmen Electra
Drugs and thugs, swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch ’em all stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
Carmen Electra
[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Four Block bangin’, I’m from the dope spot, baby
Type to serve ’em on the porch and keep the door locked, baby
In this four-door ‘Cedes, the Rollie oh so brazy
Chopper for that old school that I can throw on Daytons
Fuck who hatin’
Blood on the Benjamins, I’m a gangsta
Pull up on the side of his vehicle, tryna spank ’em
Cookies by the onions, we plug ’em, the people thank us
As-salamu alaykum and see how far it could take us
Can’t nobody save us, stay dangerous, it’s on the gang
Told Game, “Pass the thang,” I feel like I got my wing
Pissin’ on they grave and wackin’ out what they bang
Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same
She chose up on the ‘ism, the Maserati to blame
We body for body, ahki, I caught him and got him flamed
Free the Gangland, when he touched, got him a chain
When he touched, got him some cake
When he touched, got him a Drac’ (Ayy)
[Chorus: ToBi & The Game]
Fuck the slice, I want the pie
Why ask, “Why?”, ’til we die
Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
Carmen Electra
Drugs and thugs, swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch ’em all stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
Carmen Electra
[Verse 3: Osbe Chill]
O-S-B-E Chill, fuck what they feel
Have a nigga leanin’ soon as I pop his seal
Put the work like Copperfield, I got it to disappear
Heard you was lookin’ for me, I’m right here (Right here)
Standin’ in the jungles with the baby stones (Baby stones)
Cash Money in my pocket, get my Baby on (Baby on)
Only eat the pussy if it taste like Avión (Yeah)
Tell her run my shit back like Le’Veon (Bitch)
Sittin’ in the bucket ’bout to trip me a nigga, yeah
Los Angeles, clip me a nigga, yeah
ATL, TIP he a nigga (Uh)
Like Black Chyna, I’ma get me a nigga (Pause)
Gang injunctions don’t stop the function, yeah
Trees by Game, Patrón consumptions, yeah
Born in the Jungles where wolf be huntin’
I put that on Mary-Anne, that I am what I am, nigga
[Chorus: ToBi & The Game]
Fuck the slice, I want the pie
Why ask, “Why?”, ’til we die
Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
Carmen Electra
Drugs and thugs, swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch ’em all stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
Carmen Electra
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