Lyrics

(Talking) T-Gunz in the building ya heard got my boy Cruz Control

Yoooo Whylie, you my boy… but you chose the wrong shift.
Chose ya shift, chose ya fate! (laughs)
B-Side evenings? Oh, y’all done messed up.

Whylie Lazy on the clock, yeah you doin’ the least,
Need a barber on speed dial, hairline deceased.
Couple pounds on the frame, yeah you could lose two,
But you chose B-side, now I gotta roast you.

Aye Rafi don’t hide playa!

Lil’ short stack, cryin’ loud in the gym,
Flexin’ fake weights, his dog look like him.
So many kids runnin’ round, dog the DMV’s full,
Cry baby!
Don’t force please don’t make me work
I gotta feed Lisa and my little feet hurt

(Talkin) just kidding Lisa you cool your human a bum doe

(Talking) Milligan Aka juvenile liaison officer,
Aka chief of the live scan,
Aka assistant to the regional manager lookin’ boi!
Knock-off Katt Williams, “pimp named slick back,”
Skinny know-it-all but we know you all cap.
Never can find him, playin’ hide-and-go seek,
Talk tough in the halls, but he lookin’ real weak.

(Talking) DLC The Chipotle Gobbler aka if I see I can eat it, you owe Cruz Control for his monster and Whylie for his ensure , Whylie a grandma haha you heard me

DLC ya Vest so tight, lookin’ like a dry-fit tee,
Chipotle in his hands, Hoover eatin’ with speed.
Run so slow, look like he’s stuck in place,
28 but he movin’ like he’s 60 in the face.

Sweatin’ out salsa, man the stench so strong,
Thought Candy Land was real, boy you dead-ass wrong.
Vacuum mouth vibes, yeah you never miss a bite,
But B-side evenin’s gettin’ roasted tonight.

(Talking ) This just a warning shot —
A-side mornings and evenings yall next, all them other shifts…
Y’all ain’t safe neither.
When Tommy Gunz and Cruz Control pull up,
It’s open season. (laughs, mic drop)