We Need A Pilot Video (MV)

(Marc Boomin, this you?) Talkin' 'bout a small delay, I think
Ghetto Boy shit, nigga, how you doin', man?
I'm doin' great, nigga

Shoutout to them niggas who be smackin' ends
I'm tryna bang off the backboard, smack the rim
Take a X-Acts, smoke a whole black, I done cracked my rim
Four chains, one watch on, that's a half an M
He used to wear Mike shoes, they used to laugh at him
He used to buy nickel bags, Mike went half with him
Me and C got Glock 9s, he my ratchet twin
I just beat the nigga ass, I wanna scrap again
Yeah, I see you got hands, can you catch a ten?
Have you ever drunk a ten and wrecked your Benz?
Nigga, that was High-Tech
How I take two 30s and ain't high yet?
A nigga ain't beefin' with us if he ain't die yet
That nigga ain't have no quae, I threw a riot
I ain't really got on the pie yet
Load the PJ up, we need a pilot
Bitch, I'll put a whole M inside your eyelids, let you see that
Nigga, this ain't real 'za take your weed bag
Ayy, C, why the f*ck do you got on a ski mask?
She put me in a group chat 'cause I skeet fast
I can do a song in six minutes 'cause I think fast
That's shit talkin', that's punchin' in
Beat the nigga ass two times, I wanna punch again
Alright, Marc Boomin, punch me in
Turn the pint upside down, let it puncture it
Bitch turnt, I ain't comin' to function yet
Hold my nose when I f*ck the ho 'cause it stunk a bit
Mike ain't Craig but he chunked a brick
Me and bro on 15s, finna jump a bitch
Man, I'm tryna hump a bitch
Crack a head on a bitch egg, Brian Pumper shit
308 hit his car, nigga, bumper split
I would never eat the cat, it's a bump on it
This a real shotgun, you gotta pump on it
Can't never wear my Gucci shirt again, got cum on it
She was squirtin' everywhere in that damn bed
I'll never buy the High-Tech if it's still red
We gotta be African-American
Yesterday, we had got into it, I don't care again
You say my ice look fake, why you starin' then?
We ain't got on moissanite, it's all carrots in it
I wanna eat a shrimp salad with carrots in it
I'm high as f*ck, I need to sit in a chair a minute
I think I took too many pills
How you know Too Much Money Boys and don't remember Will?
He was there when I turned myself in, I remember Phil
And I seen him on the first day out, camera in his hand
Give me real work
I'll pay anything for a seal if it's real pert
But before I pour a pop, give me a pill first
Man, these niggas gay as hell, he got a real purse
Put me and him in the same room, he gettin' killed first
Whole back of the nigga head gone, he got killed worse
I just woke up clappin', is we still in church?
I was broke as hell, baby mama stealin shirts
That's some real shit, this a real switch
Don't get killed quick, ask 'bout your baby, they peel shit
Money is not everything, me and Will rich
And Phil rich and Mike rich
Not no nigga shit, he white rich
They don't like Chris 'cause he kept it real
Nigga took a quarter mill', shoulda kept that deal