Lyrics Insidious - Sha Mula , Chase Benji

Yessir
I ain't even gotta tell a nigga twice
You betta get the chicken it go better with the rice nigga
All my niggas drippin it go better with the ice nigga
We be gettin' cake and they can never get a slice with us
From the jump, all my real niggas been with it
Ya'll niggas never wanna shoot, yall niggas Ben Simmons
For the money, my niggas be really wig splittin'
I kill a beat and I kill a nigga in 10 minutes
Let's be serious
Everybody love us it don't matter where your city is
Niggas hate with a mask on they mysterious
I can see the fear, niggas scared no insidious
They outta time
They the dust in a sand clock
If a nigga play, he get left in a sandbox
Drive through, I keep it goin' I can't stop
Cookin' with the fire, that flame it got the pan hot
Yeah
I ain't even gota say it again
I be hangin' with the shooters like I stay in the gym
Talkin' acrobatical when I be makin' a flip
And we be shootin' a nigga like he in the way of the rim
They be tellin. I hit the bank and talked to the teller
It was a dark cloud, bitch I had to get an umbrella
I had to stack my bread just to get to the cheddar
I couldn't listen to these niggas cuz my vision is better (Whoa)
We the wave, get a big ol' ship
Everybody sending shots, but that shit gon' brick
I got a clip and that shit longer than a limo bitch
Set it off Jada Pinkett nigga Willow Smith (Whoa)
You need a pillow bitch, they so sleep
We could make a movie you could get the front row seats
Heavy like a kilo, but I move low key
Now they tryna find a nigga like it's hide and go seek
Get a bag nigga, never get mad
They think I'm broke, I thought those niggas knew me better than that
We some sick niggas, where the medicine at?
Tryna ball til' I'm sittin' where the veterans at (Ha)
Somebody gotta tell me relax
I leave his body in the front yard, head in the back
Get your head knocked off like it was never attached
I'm talkin' 'bout late night, where ya Letterman at?
I, told my haters it'll be alright
Them niggas mad cuz I'm shinin' like a neon light
God damn, niggas slippin' like they be on ice
I get the bag and get high when I be on flights (Ha)
We be shootin' like a nigga with a green screen
Vicious, this not olympics, we the dream team
I might leave a nigga flat like a TV
When they see me, make 'em wonder, no Stevie (Whoa)