Last Call - The Underachievers

Hey

YDNA

I’m a backwoods nigga, them gangstas with us

We far, that’s word to the set

Brought the macs out with us, he backed out with it

Your team get hit with the TEC

Woah that’s fine my nigga, I dive in bitches

In the world just to get in checks

Yeah we a mile high nigga, with the Gods right with us

We last, still smoking the best

I got the light, now she open like roaders

I get so high, I be feeling heroic

No GMO, get my weed from the growers

AK the illest, most valuable poet

I put a four in the tea, ya I pour it

You got some snakes in your grass, better mow it

She give me brain, like she download a modem

Trap with the pole, I ain’t talkin' bout totem

My team be with it, my bitch be sittin'

My VS hittin', my wrist be spinnin'

My cheese get spittin', my benz ain’t rented

My shit ain’t tinted, my fit authentic

My G’s ain’t friendly, my gangsta’s with it

Your gansta’s missing, we blacks all living

Your sack ain’t hittin', your wax ain’t with you

No strap ain’t with you, don’t press that

Spittin' that fire no match for the coast

Called that shit up and I’m passin' the smoke

No heart get put but that ice on me cold

She give it up like her life on the ropes

Nigga I’m winnin', you stuck on them bitches

I’m forth, and them inches, I get to gold

Handle my business, I started, I finished, in part

And my linguish just smashing your ho'

Drop top nigga, like hats off

Tip top feel it, like that’s shock

Feel like winning, no mask off

No no limit, like black cough

Stick to my business, like that’s all

Real life livin', no wack sauce

Keep my digits, my bank tall

Drink till I’m finished, like last call

I sip that Henny, I whip that belly

Make shorty get loose in the truck

Nigga I grip that semi, my wrists feel heavy

My troops stay strapped for the fund

Yeah my hoes fuck with me, my chicks feel lucky

My team real comfy, your team look funny

That pack stay on me, your packs ain’t potent

Your gang ain’t homies, your strap ain’t

Pull up and then, get the pack for the low

Ain’t bout a check, then I walk out the door

Strapped with the weapon, you step and we blow

Might loose my temper, and shoot up your home

My team official, you niggas is clones

She see the difference, that’s why she be gone

I need my cheese, I need that provolone

These niggas is vegan, so I eat it all

Pull up on your bitch like skrrt

M4 coupe bumpin' A$AP Ferg

Niggas can’t loose if you put in that work

Niggas can’t shoot if they get clapped first

Woah won’t pass you nothin', you pass out from it

No handouts dummy, we cash out somethin'

Your life be frontin', your wife ain’t loyal

Your time is broken, my eyes is sore

Talk a lot of shit, red dot em' like Hindu

You ain’t coming back, nigga even with a Senzu

Shorty get a tax, like but then we gotta break loose

Gotta leave a mark, like graffiti what my days do

Grew up with the sharks, and you looking like bait food

Mommy go nuts, 'fore a nigga call her Babe Ruthe

Smoke in my lungs, hit a nigga like a quaalude

Claim you a thug, but these shells might change you