Search & Destroy

(feat. CHRIS CASEY)

The streets is over when we show up

Pull up in the bim, lay it out and watch ‘em fold up

Tryna get with gang, what you mean you don’t know us?

I’m rippin’ off the roof, when we crash, let it blow up (blow up)

The stu is finished when I’m in it

Spent two weeks on the block, keep it steady, you can’t spin it

If space is where we rock, bruh, the stars is where we headed

If they wanna get chopped, just let me know and I’ll be ready (ready)

‘Cause when it’s poppin’ on your side, get to business

Had to kick ‘em out the ride if they not with it

Dawg, I ain’t been outside in a minute

But we high, serving smoke like it’s July, who ‘gon get it?

Who want smoke, ‘cause if you need it then we gotta know

Open up the van, we bringin’ out the arsenal (Pew, pew)

We on top of all of y’all like it’s honor roll

I got business that I do, but nobody can know

If you know, then you know you gotta keep it low

I got the competition, put ‘em in a sleeper hold

All your shit is artificial like it’s Sweet N’ Low

They ‘gon be bangin’ on this shit until the speaker’s broke

Carry the game like I’m Atlas, give me back pain

I got two pistols on my hip, they call me Max Payne

That bitch is in the backseat, I watch her ass shake

And use the Bentley cup holder as an ashtray

This money shit’s a game to me, I call it cash play

This life is crazy, gotta get in with the brash ways

They always goin’ for the cheese, just like a rat race

If you ain’t ‘bout it ‘bout it, you end up in last place

I disagree with the wage gap (Ain’t no way)

We got the feature from the mobile app (Ain’t no way)

December first, that shit a wrap (Ain’t no way)

Checking on Bruno on the snap map

Told me we ain’t dropping, well we did, yeah we did it

Your dad isn’t called Quan, but he let me hit it

Going to the club and Thurston looking pretty

Find the song catchy, but you dont wanna admit it

‘Cause when it’s poppin’ on your side, get to business

Had to kick ‘em out the ride if they not with it

Dawg, I ain’t been outside in a minute, but we high, serving smoke like it’s July, who ‘gon get it?

Call up the plug asking him to take me higher

You say you heard this shit before, yeah you a liar

Bars like a dragon, yeah I’m spitting fire

Oh, this too basic for ya? lemme take it fuckin’ higher

Let’s kick it up a notch, nobody fuckin’ with me

I skip breakfast before recording, hear the hunger in me

Take the beat into the stu' and spit these verses ‘til I’m spewing

‘Cause it’s TWxWKS and we already told you just how we do it

It’s the world’s favorite posse, you can take that to the bank

Counting checks and stacking racks ‘fore we can get to smokin’ dank

If this a war we gon’ be winning, we don’t need no fuckin’ tanks

‘Cause we be killing with the shit that we be putting on these tracks

Don’t rest on my fucking laurels, I can’t put the cue in the rack

This arena full of baddies, she want me to put her on her back

Run this shit like Edwin Flack, It’s historic, run it back

Worldwide like the Olympics, and we tearin’ up the track