Lost and Found (feat. YNW Melly)

Stack, pray, stay out the way, you gon' make it out
 Whole brick in the trap, we gon' break it down
 Audemar, fuck the plain, we gon' spray it down
 Run up on you, ain't no talkin', we gon' lay you down
 Pussy boy, please don't make a nigga lay you down
 Big kahunas on the Glock, monkey nuts, fifty rounds
 Fuck boy better shh, better not make a sound
 Leave your ass on the ground, leave your ass lost and found
 Oh oh, okay, okay, he want a flick, huh huh
 Okay, I heard that nigga got that bag, uh uh
 Huh, huh, we need it all, go get the TEC, uh uh
 My niggas shootin' shit in public, we don't text, okay
 Sat in prison all them years and I came out hurt
 On the block of no return, shoot at unknown curbs
 I got two sides to me, half grizzly, half shark
 Jump in that water or them woods and get ripped apart
 This assault rifle so big, this bitch can come apart
 I remember stealin' bikes, now I got auto-start
 Melly, slatt slatt slatt, that's that gang talk
 And fuck a chain, I'll snatch a nigga brain off
 Ass on, I want to ride on her
 She a lot, uh uh, he surprised I'm hung, yeah
 Beat that pussy bitch, with the .223
 I been totin' sticks before puberty, huh
 All these freaky bitches see the truth in me, huh
 She's like Melly, baby, you abusing me, hmm
 And we made it out of poverty, uh
 Thirty thousand on the Cuban link, uh
 This shit here what I'm distributing
 Good dope in Detroit, yeah, distributing
 Uh, ooh-E
 He on that and I'm on E, nah
 Ooh she say she popped a bean, uh
 Nut on her face like, "Maybe it's Maybelline"
 Fuck a nigga's bitch good, she ain't gon' go back to him
 Gave an opp the whole thirty, felt like I owed that to him
 And Doc ain't shootin' just to shoot, that boy know what he doin'
 And fuck niggas, that ain't my business, I don't know what they doin'
 And Block ain't pimpin' just to pimp, he got the hoes lit
 Have my Bloods put some blood on your whole fit
 That Instagram bitch you like, she sucked the whole dick
 And I don't trust her, I'm fuckin', clutchin' my four-fifth
 They been screamin' up the block, cops ain't even carin'
 If them bitches get behind me they gon' get embarrassed
 Melly, where the Florida hoes, nigga? Sharing is caring
 If we do a drill together, they gon' think we terrorists