728 - So As Below (A Sellout's Etiquette) Lyrics

I'm rollin' tint fien, collard greens, match my etiquette
I've been stackin' and trappin' my baggage for my residents
Pull out my lint clean, lima beans-
Canned so delicate
Light my matches, it scratches the skull,
And leaves me celibate (Stunt)
Stunt
Stunt
I'm runnin' green teams, catchers' means,
Sneaky relevance
I can't lack, Mercedes black, acid stains around my back
Vibrant blue hues, electric cues, move my melanin
I can't tell how far it's been, slam the pedal of my Benz (bitch)
Gon' clean, rollin' steam, rock Gavenchi and Supreme
I feel an aching in my spleen, each nerves are pinching with a scream
You know I'm set to intervene, numbers crawling out my sleeve
Seeing visions, how obscene, I truly love to see it bleed
Tint fien, collard greens, match my etiquette
I've been stackin' and trappin' my baggage for my residents
Pull out my lint clean, lima beans-
Canned so delicate
Light my matches, it scratches the skull,
And leaves me celibate (Bitch)
Go tie the noose
Said yo bitch done been overused
Hadda' speed doubles in cruise
Dodgin' choppa's, made the news
(Aye)
So as below, above I must have been endowed
In yung 28's hell, ain't a chance you gettin' out
I'm rollin' tint fien, collard greens, match my etiquette
I've been stackin' and trappin' my baggage for my residents
Pull out my lint clean, lima beans-
Canned so delicate
Light my matches, it scratches the skull,
And leaves me celibate-
I'm runnin' green teams, catchers means,
Sneaky relevance
I can't lack, Mercedes black, acid stains around my bag
Vibrant blue hues, electric cues, move my melanin
I can't tell how far it's been, slam the pedal of my Benz (bitch)
Wakin' up like, sip or trip?
Oh honey, make these dollas flip
The hunnids bite-type caution tips
Sunk in ya' neck like battleships
Heavy mac talk, gold walk, clip slippin'
Two gats on the dash, red flash and I'm grippin'
See ya' boy shot, legs drop, run run limpin'
Quart spread, breakin' bread till the crumbs leave 'em sprintin'
Pickin' up the puddle to see the Crimson rebuttal
Mag washed out, posh wow, leave 'em down in huddle
Wakin' up like, sip or trip?
Hoe, I just make these dollas flip
The hunnids bite-type caution tips
Sunk in ya' neck like battleships
Tint green, lima bean, on the scene with my reams
You tellin' me whatchu mean
I'm tearin' on out that spleen
Carotid torn and you bleed
Watch my face now as you plea
You're teetering on your swing
I'm tethering what you see
You wonder now what you see
See now you know don't f*ck with me
Gon' clean, rollin' steam, rock Gavenchi and Supreme
I feel an ache, I'm diseased, each nerves pinching with screams
You know that I intervene, numbers crawling out my sleeve
Seeing visions, how obscene, I truly love to see it bleed