Luciano & Morty lyrics

[Intro]
Hurt, what it do?
Man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we got here at Foster's

[Chorus]
Get the pack, I make an order
Big chopstick, I make it shorter
If you wanna die then you gon' get hit
I ain't got control over none of these sticks
Non-neutral gang, I'm from this sh*t
And they on that dumb sh*t
Smokin' on that runt sh*t
These diamonds doin' stunts b*tch
These n*ggas livin' like pedestrians
The stick got bodies, I ain't wrestling
Clean up on your block, we can make it messy, man
I ain't hesitant, big cups of that medicine
Catchin' everything, Odell Beckham
He got shot in the face 'cause he was finessing

[Verse 1]
He ain't religious, but go'n bless him
Slide with a stick, get a shot to the head
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they f*ck with the feds
Sleep in the trap, I don't sleep in the bed
You slip with the gang then your ass is dead
Bad b*tch with me tryna give me the head
Pull on your block, playin' Simon Says
Spinnin' a bin like DJ Durel
These n*ggas ain't gangster, these n*ggas, they female
These diamonds they wet, they came from Seaworld
You diss on the net then you get your ass nailed
Just like a jail we gon' get your ass bailed
Gangster, havin' them pieces in hell
These n*ggas they sit and they tattletale
I'm the real general up in the battlefield
Pause, these n*ggas they live in a fairy tale
Dog, while they b*tch literally everywhere

[Chorus]
Get the pack, I make an order
Big chopstick, I make it shorter
If you wanna die then you gon' get hit
I ain't got control over none of these sticks
Non-neutral gang, I'm from this sh*t
And they on that dumb sh*t
Smokin' on that runt sh*t
These diamonds doin' stunts b*tch
These n*ggas livin' like pedestrians
The stick got bodies, I ain't wrestling
Clean up on your block, we can make it messy, man
I ain't hesitant, big cups of that medicine
Catchin' everything, Odell Beckham
He got shot in the face 'cause he was finessing

[Verse 2]
Glock on me n*gga, I don't f*ck with these n*ggas
Stunt on these n*ggas and I'm gettin' bigger
Global ass n*gga, you a local ass n*gga
It's levels to this but the stick gon' rip you
Chop his ass up, throw his ass in the river
Turn a rap n*gga to somebody's widow
I knew these lil' n*ggas would hate from the get-go
This Maison Margiela, I don't rock the Kenzo
Your b*tch on the perc, she bony like Willow
Smokin' exotic, it's me and Diego
My young n*ggas love me, they do what I say so
I'm a real gangster, I don't turn day old
Glock four-five, it's gon' tear your face off
I'm washin' my hands of all of you lame n*ggas (b*tch, b*tch)