"ARSENAL" lyrics
(feat. Denzel Curry)
I just spilt my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh
Designer on cuffs, that's all on my bitch, uh
Two Gs in the blunt, that's how you get over shit, uh
How you get rich? Uh, uh
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (On me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (On me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
We makin' deposits, step in the scene for the green
It ain't nothin' to leave if I ain't gonna make it (Profit)
Got money in my left, right, back, denim jeans
If I roll up my sleeve, you would think I was poppin'
I don't even be knowin' why you talkin' to me
I ain't talkin' for free, whip it up, Betty Crocker
These rap niggas ain't shit, I won't put 'em in lock
I be trippin' for cents, they be trippin' for boppers
I just spilt my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh
Designer on cuffs, that's all on my bitch, uh
Two Gs in the blunt, that's how you get over shit, uh
How you get rich? Uh, uh
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (On me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (On me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
I smell bitch (Yeah)
So let's get it poppin', you don't want no problems when dealin' with Zel, shit (Nah)
Young boys on that frail shit (Frail), sick as hell, sickle cell shit (You sick)
Got me goin' off the rails, bitch (Off the rail)
And I'm sonnen' niggas like I'm Chael, bitch, uh (Rrah, rrah)
All the women callin' me a wapo (Yeah)
Money like a mob boss, call me Zel Chapo, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
All the niggas know to let the shots go (Yeah)
I don't show no mercy 'less it's Murcielago, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Money over bitches is the motto
Now the opps dead like Apollo versus Drago, yeah
Never tell nobody that you got dough
What do you think most these rappers get dropped for? (Ultimate)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (Brrt, Brrt)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, dah)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (Brrah)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (Yeah, yeah)
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (Yeah, yeah, on me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six (Yeah, yeah)
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz (Yeah)
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh (Oh, yeah)
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (Yeah, yeah)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six (Yeah, yeah)
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz (Yeah, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Designer on cuffs, that's all on my bitch, uh
Two Gs in the blunt, that's how you get over shit, uh
How you get rich? Uh, uh
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (On me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (On me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
We makin' deposits, step in the scene for the green
It ain't nothin' to leave if I ain't gonna make it (Profit)
Got money in my left, right, back, denim jeans
If I roll up my sleeve, you would think I was poppin'
I don't even be knowin' why you talkin' to me
I ain't talkin' for free, whip it up, Betty Crocker
These rap niggas ain't shit, I won't put 'em in lock
I be trippin' for cents, they be trippin' for boppers
I just spilt my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh
Designer on cuffs, that's all on my bitch, uh
Two Gs in the blunt, that's how you get over shit, uh
How you get rich? Uh, uh
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (On me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (On me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
I smell bitch (Yeah)
So let's get it poppin', you don't want no problems when dealin' with Zel, shit (Nah)
Young boys on that frail shit (Frail), sick as hell, sickle cell shit (You sick)
Got me goin' off the rails, bitch (Off the rail)
And I'm sonnen' niggas like I'm Chael, bitch, uh (Rrah, rrah)
All the women callin' me a wapo (Yeah)
Money like a mob boss, call me Zel Chapo, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
All the niggas know to let the shots go (Yeah)
I don't show no mercy 'less it's Murcielago, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Money over bitches is the motto
Now the opps dead like Apollo versus Drago, yeah
Never tell nobody that you got dough
What do you think most these rappers get dropped for? (Ultimate)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (Brrt, Brrt)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, dah)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (Brrah)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (Yeah, yeah)
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (Yeah, yeah, on me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six (Yeah, yeah)
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz (Yeah)
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh (Oh, yeah)
Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (Yeah, yeah)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six (Yeah, yeah)
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz (Yeah, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
