Kill the Noise

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

You would think the sneaks educated with these big words

Leave him in the street with wings, turn him into Big Bird

Servin' ice by the scoop, you can call me Big Worm

I've been drivin' straight for hours, I'm too high to hit turn

She say that lil' shit gon' do the job, I'm tryna clock in

Oh, shit, we gon' do an opp in

Shooter locked in, his main mission's leave 'em boxed in

Twenty on the floor at MGM, I pray the Sox win

I got a play in Garden City, gotta hit Venoy

I'll let the chopper sing and make a hit, this bitch Kid Laroi

Thumbin' hundreds made me happier than a lil' kid with toys

M-box 30s everywhere, you thinkin' it's a boy

It ain't the morning after Thanksgiving when I'm hittin' 'Troit

I told Danny hold the blicky, if they run up, hit the yoy

Glock boy said he wouldn't spring field in Illinois

In that warzone, the only thing is I ain't get deployed

Shh, kill the noise

Told 'em hurry up and pull up while I'm still on Joy

Told the clerk to let me slide because my chip destroyed

You either hustle or you don't, you know you get the choice

Dipped into the whippits, all these bitches damn near switched my voice

Pulled up in that Supercharger 'Cat and now her kitten's moist

Banshee with the scope, I'm on the East lookin' at Livernois

You can't hide the dirt, even in mud, you know a pig gon' oink

I guess I need tobacco, I ain't really big on joints

Tobacso, I need extras with my chicken, know I get annoyed

Shit, we just opened operation, come and get employed

Somewhere off of Warren, is it Iroquois or Iroquois?

This ain't rego-dego Cookie, copped a 'bow of Chips Ahoy

Yeah, I understand passin' important, but go get some points

You would think I'm five foot nine, I'm ridin' in the Royce

Serve your titi Coca-Cola, then I tell the bitch, "Enjoy"

Shh, what I say, bitch? Kill the noise

He'll get boinked reachin' for a chain, in here twistin' doinks

You could put a bitch on her feet

She'll still try to knock you off yours, that shit dumb, honestly

Like, ain't you proud of me? I'm a Prada fiend

Prada tee, Prada hat, Prada socks, Prada sneaks

Fulfilled the prophecy, you just a wannabe

My bitch scam and she go to school for cosmetology

You can cop a three, I dropped a colony

That's a whole pint, we in space on an odyssey

This ain't Monopoly

It ain't no card to leave jail, so if the cops on me, I bet it ain't no stoppin' me

Where's my apologies?

They said I wasn't the prodigy, but I gotta be, they broke as jokes, that's comedy

No-touch policy, the Act' a novelty

Told the drank plug to Wocky me, but not no collard greens

Fuck the quantity, I want quality

You would think I'm on a shopping spree, twenty on a tee

Heard he got spanked back at home, was probably on the beach

Heard he got to talkin' loose, like, it was probably on a beat

All these terabytes around this bitch, I'm Tronny Appleseed

Said he eatin' good around this bitch, was probably Applebee's

Heard they killed him in an alley, shit, he probably had to pee

Shit, he probably should've waited 'til he made it home

Only reason that my blood pumpin' 'cause I played the Chrome

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

Bitch, I'm heartless

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know?