Pyramid (feat. Rich Jr, Glitch, Shazam & YCG TJ)

Ycg Yeah Yeah My niggas on top like Tiberius (On top) My niggas on top of the pyramid (ON TOP) You talkin that shit I ain't hearin it (What) You run up on me you delirious (aha) Because I shooters I'm serious (Fax) I am definitely not speakin on what I experienced (Fax) Bad bitches they givin me brain (ouu) But she isn't smart she an idiot (yeah) Nigga keep on talkin Ima pull up wit the choppers and this shit is gettin endeded period (Problems) Niggas doin all that talkin Put em in a coffin they be missin mysterious (bah) You claimin you so real Yeen really in the fields I'm sorry you don't fit the criteria (yeah) You claimin you go far you don't really got no bars You wack you run out of material (yeah) I grab that bitch by the throat Im kissin her neck while I stroke (smash) She not fuckin wit you cause you broke (broke) All of my niggas on go (on go) We follow the yellow brick road (road) But you cannot drive on my road (you can't) Wrist on achoo it's cold (ice) Ride of a lifetime ROAL (Rollin) You are not beatin my best (nope) These bullets gon hit through yo vest (bah bah bah) I tote the glock you in check (check) And this isn't checkers it's chess (chess) You bout it so send the address (yeah) I shoot got him lookin possessed (yeah) You niggas be cuffin these hoes (hoes) And placin them under arrest It's Rich Message her I shoot a text (mhm) Send more shots than a Brooklyn Net (Kyrie) She only be chasing a check (say what) While I only be chasing her neck (uh huh) If she suck it with teeth that's a tech (on god) And baby I am not a ref (ahh) Vintage Nike 250 at best (what) And that's not including the sweats (naw) I love makin hoes break they neck (uh huh) Not a hype beast I'll die with respect (say what) Tell them haters to stay out my face (on god) Matter fact tell em stay out my way (on god) Smith and Wesson stay glued to my waist (yea yea) This bitch don't copy it paste (huh) Beatin on my chest just like an ape I'm the king in this shit yall prey (say what) And the humble still admire the greats Doughboy ROC, Big Sean & Blade (rest in peace) Them the niggas who paved the way (uh huh) I ran it up now I'm in shape (let's go) Rich Saks Rich Saks Rich Saks Ran that shit up I was doin laps (uh huh) Where you at you can meet me on the track If you try me ima smoke you like a pack (Huahhhh) Ran it up I was fast as the wind Ran it up and I got me a win I ran it down till I made it a trend (you heard me) Hustling I had to go in She sucked it up and she did it again I slapped her ass and tell her to bend I fucked it up and I got me a twin (baby) I cut that hoe I just wanted her friend They said I'm broke till I pull out the Benz If you try me I'm willing to spin I bet that nigga don't run up again (noo) I murk that nigga and i murk his lil twin I'm not tryna get locked up again Niggas try me that shit got to end (you heard me) I told you once I'ma tell you again We run this shit and we came to win Got my wodies with me Got my enemies sleepin Ran it up so fast Got my stomach puking I don't fuck with Cupid Man that shit be stupid I'm from Louisiana Right next to Houston If they tell me slide Then I ain't refusing Got this blicky with me (Daamn) Just waiting to use it Tell my niggas slide and we all gon do it (Daamn) Pulling up and we walk him through it (Shazam) (Huahhhh) Omertà I'll never confess Gave it my all man I gave it my best Hustle all day I do not get no rest Till we on the top of the pyramid (to the top) Pull up in that fast and that furious (and I vroom) Omertà I swear I ain't hearing it (shhh) She gave me her thoughts she was curious Call up ____ And you know that he clearing it (glahh) In this scat but I pray for a wraith If 12 get behind it we doin the chase What's a motion nigga open the chase I promise he goin today I promise she goin today Take me away (take me away) He said take me away 3 years they had me put up away 10 toes so yeah I was straight (no kizzy) I'm locked down wit the apes And she be with the killers (hmm) All the robbers they my niggas (hmm) They be slime but I'm slicker (hmm) They be slime but I slither (hmm) YCG yeah them my niggas Fe-Fi-Fo Seven•O area codes! Steppin'll Bury ya bros! Eleven But Hawkins the home! Niggas profit off Knocking 'em gone! Throw my money Whenever I want! Fuck my shawty Whenever she close! Glow the brodies Whenever we cold! Roll the Og And memory fold! Heaven Or heat bout it! Know the pigs Be OD bout it! Niggas Don't think I see nothing! Till I'm catching A tweet bout it! Then I gotta release bout it Bout it! Ain't see a JD From me shawty! Hole in one! Know if I'm bout it 3 bout it! Make yo lil moves Cuz when I wanna eat sumthin! Fuck information you think I don't know! Stuck in translation The streets want yo soul! Man what in tarnation You think when you fold! Reincarnation We known for a show! Standing ovation You get bouta drum! Managing markets And making 'em boom Camping on targets And chasing 'em down YCG started it Racing us now Pick a glick It ain't quick as our dirties Catch a image You end up on burnies Mac-11 We get em with .30's Glad Issa lesson We get it on curry (Glad Issa lesson We get it on curry) Get it on curry Get it on curry