I gotta sleep with that 40 
I gotta pee with that 40 
No cap 

Yung Mal 
Come on 
Iceburg big quill, we turn the motherfucking temperature 
Please don’t think shit sweet cause we signed us a deal, get yo ass hit with that dilenger 
Walk in the bank they already knowing us 
Check, cleared we sign our signature 
Niggas switch up, they faded right out of the picture 
Me and my brother, stuck together forever 
New spot new car everyday brand new cheddar championship 
We popping like bel-air, gotta thank god 
Boy the whole squad doing better 
Heart so cold neck frozer then frigid air 
Gotta lot of money but the hood niggas still there 
Still on that bullshit no nigga get no spare 
We passing these hoes I swear we don’t care 

Lil Quill 
Body feelings cause we drop the top on the C 
Double R hit the gas cost a cool quarter mill 
Alexander McQueen just to press started me 
Shoot the engine real cut on the bitch it got 3D dimension 
And free my dawg meek he got 3 different sentences 
[?] 
Bro got the Glock with the beam and extensions 
Gone fuck with you heard, cause you see what I be 
Forces on the Frank I can’t see out my lean 
So many bandz in my pantz and they Gucci like [?] 
Shit it get deep in these trenchez, get beat out yo [?] 
NO CAP,- you never seen me with 50s, know better the trap at the phone keep on ringing 
[?] Double g fit hella fly, I’m leanin 
He better not start cause my youngin gone finish it 
Nigga want smoke, cause they gotta treat me like a chimney 

Yung Mal
Mhm
Niggas so hot when I stop gottem asking for pictures
Niggas so black like a pastor I look like a bachelor
Spot got a hundred hoes in
No I’m not worry bout a nigga that hatin if they want it, know I shoot like my name Cole Bennet
So many hundred on hundreds on top each other
They bust out my motherfuckin skinnys
They ask about Quill, no I don’t know where he at
He somewhere counting up a Milli, you know that’s my blood, my twin We identical
We fucking on twins they say they biological
I was on block now they see me on articals
Right on her knees that’s where your daughter go
Blow him away leave no particles
I don’t got no top on this auto-mo
Ice berg colder then Antarctica
Big body living [?] park it

Lil Quill
So many pounds in back feel like I just then grew me a garden
We private jet, we departed
I got yo bitch getting naughty
We rolling with I’m for it
I’m on the beat I won’t snitch on [?]
Double C on my feet, louvie V on my garment
He, ain’t bout that shit he rappin bout
We never seen him in partments
G wagon seats in the rarri
We just go paid to go party
Invest that bag in my shortys
I keep that carbine not arguing
I’m going sleep with that 40
I gotta pee with that 40
I’m in the meeting with that 40
[?] in ma-jur not no nautica
Times Square press wearing linen [?]
Let’s get it