"Delicate" lyrics

(This motherfucker's goin' Skitz)

[Trae tha Truth:]
Quarter milli' on this Maybach, guess I'm back at it
Send a blitz and get him smoked like he a crack addict
They ain't get him at the lo', I'll take a smack at it
Tell lil' mama, "Pick the spot," I'll throw a rack at it
Ain't no talkin' if you broke, you niggas in the way
Multi-million my discussions, I'm a hit away
Real nigga problems, half my homies sent away
Others half dead, others thuggin', tryna get away
All that cappin', swear they need to go invest in Lids
Worried 'bout impressin' suckers, never feed they kids
They on the 'Gram tryna get a couple likes
I been plottin' on Japan, tryna cop a couple flights
Motion like I'm Highpower, hover like a high tower
Lil' bro with them vatos, tryna bundle up a light flower
Everything on me precipitated like a light shower
We know you ain't like that, put your ass next to them light cowards
Way I'm having it my way, it make your night sour
Lookin' at the realest ever in it through these night hours
Way I'm having it my way, it make your night sour
Niggas knowin' you ain't like that, you cowards, for real

[Mozzy:]
Yeah, this for the dead ones, send a necklace when they talking to me
If he ain't check, he'll be right here, ballin' with me
2012, had a fifty ball all in twenties
Hot as Cinderella anus, ain't do no complainin'
He got re-upped for the plug, but ain't got no retainer
Can't find a human on this planet Earth I owe some paper
[?] for the times I used to wanna scrape her
Yard way too far apart for me to know the neighbors
Cross country and my family, uncles on them gators
Not a hater, keep it player, ball a block and K
Population full of gritters, we get guapalay
My population full of gritters, we get guapalay
Mama straight, niggas gucci 'cause her baby up
Highpower woofin' in that Scat, 'Ghini ate him up
She gave me seventy-five flat when she was eighty up
If I ain't richer than my opposition, niggas made it up

[Killa Twan:]
Hey, Mozzy, pass me the light, nigga (Pass me the light, nigga)
'Bout to fire up this Marathon and take flight, nigga (I'm gone)
I feel like Hov in the booth, call me Killa Jigga (This motherfucker's goin' Skitz)
Closet full of Puma shit 'cause Emory and J my niggas (Em)
Or better yet, my brothers (Them my brothers)
Yeah, one time for Nipsey Hussle (Hussle Man)
Two words for Eric Holder, nigga, fuck you
And if you rollin' with him, you get a slug too
I'm in my foreign whip with the foreign features
And I got rich when I stopped fuckin' 'round with the leeches (Yeah)
You can keep your fake love, nigga, I don't need it
Last six months, I been vegan, nigga, how we beefin'? Huh
And I'm my brother's keeper like Nino (My brother)
I cancel that bitch and get me three more
You niggas emo, I'll tell you to your face
It's All Money In 'til the grave, nigga