Ghosts on the avenue were talking to theyselves Somebody been sellin' 'em dreams again Breathe again, the breeze is full of trees again The beast buried under the streets is 'bout to leave the den Of thieves and hooligans ready to fettuccine the noodles Of any cook looking new to the kitchen Cooking up wishes and powder Flour the pan and the cake'll bake even better The cheddar stay in the refrigerator to keep it fresh until it's on Every day is preparation for Armageddon A holocaust, any cost, you want to get on One, or on two, get three stacks and bring it back to the fortress Wrapping five fingers 'round that much cash'll make a motherfucker Cassius Clay Quick to cash his pay Checking gas with a loaded fo-fo when he rollin', po-po On his shoulder, so he's slow, but he's goin', wouldn't you? If you scared, say you scared, cause they comin' through sweepin' And nobody got a problem sweepin' over you Trust the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get over, get past it or suck a dick Skinner glass, killer fashion, and spinning back So quit back spinning and get a gat Fuck a battle rap, rappers embattled where they at Trunk rattle is leaving the streets and is probably eating the map Verses versus the hearses, Versace versus the nerves and the pain Slangin' seems to be a no-brainer, the same folks sayin' it ain't They're the same folk never seen a caddy drippin' candy paint Onto the block after the rain Fucker, prepare for the storm Hope you got a blanket or a body keepin' you warm The spoken word is weak Scream motherfucker, dreams are cheap Ya ain't even even gotta sleep Don't sleep, it's clipping., bitch

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Cleavers up, bring 'em here Femurs all swing on the ceiling like a chandelier She sittin' there in a white dress, looking like she should get it Licking the lips of the reddest, should invest in a head clinic He got a pocket full of incisors and pliers In a briefcase in case she get inspired, she ain't She tryin' to suck face off the bone You should know she is prone to swallow the marrow She gettin' her eagle on down on the floor See how the drinks are flowing off of the top shelf Men are flashing their belt buckle and wallet leather clock And they can't stop watching they're jockin' em While she rockin' them 8 inch stilettos Ain't into metal, just leather and lace and the taste of oxidation Lay still and let her let like leeches suck She might let you fuck but she want [Pre-Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Jonathan Canady] Body and blood She don't need you for shit but your dick and your veins And your guts and your body and blood Every man see she thick and they wish they could bang When she strut, she got body and blood Nails did, hair did, body right, teeth white Knives sharp, gettin' body and blood If you a bad bitch, let 'em know you ain't out for the dough You want [Chorus: Diggs & Canady] Body and blood Twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl Body and blood Cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl Body and blood Kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl Body and blood Eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl [Verse 2: Diggs] She got her own home, she got her own set of power tools Her own unmarked van, plan meticulously laid out And splayed on the walls All scrawled on dated Polaroids of severed heads plated She got vials of ketamine, rohypnol, and promethazine Blunts with amphetamines and whatever your pleasure be Medically, she readily be Providing the flyest of times to dine with the finest of wines Try and you'll find cut glass to get you cut fast without cuttin' She got a diamond tattoo on her upper thigh Another fineness walks by and cuts eyes She let her go, she got a bad little body Plus a mean walk, mean ass, make jaws slack But the black make-up match the black makeup Bag of black clippers and steel and chrome-dip slick black handled switchblades she flips, she gettin' [Pre-Chorus: Diggs & Canady] Body and blood She don't need you for shit but your dick and your veins And your guts and your body and blood Every man see she thick and they wish they could bang When she strut, she got body and blood Nails did, hair did, body right, teeth white Knives sharp, gettin' body and blood If you a bad bitch, let 'em know you ain't out for the dough You want [Chorus: Diggs & Canady] Body and blood Twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl Body and blood Cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl Body and blood Kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl Body and blood Eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl [Bridge: Diggs] Candles by the mirror, perfume on the dresser, yes sir Red sheets made of satin, flowers in the bible drying Red wine in the goblet, golden Trojan wrappers Chainsaw motor revving outside, bloodstains on the carpet, Annie [Verse 3: Diggs] Elbow-length gloves, thigh high fishnets, and the garter God's son crucified on her necklace, hang just where breasts heave And by the cheek, got a machine Make 'em pray that the sex, life and death she doles And when she body rolls, see how the party go dumb And the pills dissolve, tongue kiss and room revolve More than a few will fall, black light and new resolve She gettin' [Pre-Chorus: Diggs & Canady] Body and blood She don't need you for shit but your dick and your veins And your guts and your body and blood Every man see she thick and they wish they could bang When she strut, she got body and blood Nails did, hair did, body right, teeth white Knives sharp, gettin' body and blood If you a bad bitch, let 'em know you ain't out for the dough You want [Chorus: Diggs & Canady] Body and blood Twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl Body and blood Cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl Body and blood Kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl, kill somethin' girl Body and blood Eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl [Outro: Canady] Body and blood Body and blood Body and blood Body and blood

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Holla out ya city if you ride for it Let 'em know why you'd die for it Same reason all these riders get high, so it's All medicinal—now what you wan' buy, homie? Bye, bitch (Bye, bitch), mob shit (Mob shit) Boss talk (boss talk), game rich (Game rich) Name game (Name game), gang signs (Gang signs) Work on the phone, call it "baseline" Yup, line dance like a hoedown Pimps up, daytime, whole block a ghost town Ghost ride, Ghostface, G's get ghost in a moment Pour a little for the ghost of the dead homie Deadpan voice singing Tin Pan Alley songs Panhandling in front of tourists with they cameraphones Get it how you live Or live 'til you get it—get it in [Chorus: Daveed Diggs and Cocc Pistol Cree] When the stash low and it's no cash (Get it in) And you riding, no L's, no tags (Get it in) And she lookin' like, "You ain't gon' smash" (Get it in) But she got her legs up on the dash Show these haters how to— (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Cocc Pistol, ugh) [Verse 2: Cocc Pistol Cree] See, I get it, I whip it, I flip it, I pocket the profit (Uh-huh) Don't know when to stop it, they callin' me "Griselda, the Harlot" My Blahniks erotic, I can't walk, the heel is enormous The arm in the armrest (Click-clack), these dames is dormant, ugh I came up from boosting my garments Switching my handbags how I'm switching my polish (Never catch me in the same blouse) Unless I'm running to Target (Never catch me in a large crowd) 'Less I'm the life of the party, ugh I been hitting from September to August Ahead of my time, like lil' old ladies in bonnets All I need is a sickle, I'ma reap me a harvest The hardest thing I had to do was to make the world promise, ugh I been counting money since elementary That's why these broke boys ain't getting into me So when the stash low and it ain't no cash flow Shit, I go to work, move it by the boatload [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] When the stash low and it's no cash (Get it in) And you riding, no L's, no tags (Get it in) And she looking like, "You ain't gon' smash" (Get it in) But she got her legs up on the dash Show these haters how to— (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work— [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Stop! Red lights in the distance (*Woop-woop!*) You never been to that district they referenced Trunk full of hashish and mesc'line Your mind is a mess and this bitch is undressing you (A.) Mash on the throttle like a G Put a bottle to your teeth, say "Fuck it"—you a free man (B.) Pull over to the side of the street (*Woop!*) Keep your hand on the shotty sittin' up under the seat or (C.) Let the cop pull you over Say something slick, on some JAY-Z, "99 Problems"-type shit (D.) All of the above in your head But it really doesn't matter, 'cause you already dead No obituaries, for the most part Nobody cares, you are not even a co-star Just a extra, they read about it as a number Names got money in they wallet, ho! [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] When the stash low and it's no cash (Get it in) And you riding, no L's, no tags (Get it in) And she looking like, "You ain't gon' smash" (Get it in) But she got her legs up on the dash Show these haters how to— (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work (Go) Get that work, make that work work

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Set's up high, bitches and whips topless, no ceilings They pitchin' that Helen Mirren It's summer, that pot stick (pot stick) Block burning, G's banging on the beach, white Ts, no-sock shit Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system rattlin' But battle ready cause all got the heavy metal Tucked to haggle for the Fendi watches Watch it, everyone observe the color Of the block where they walkin', watch how they walkin' See her at the payphone code talkin' She got them high shorts, thighs thick, pussy poppin' So the lay of the block maintain As long everybody play they role, and not Try to step on somebody else's line But when they do the critic quick to put a clip in a nine A motherfucker will die in the summertime [Hook] Low nose clown on they pogo bounce When they slow-mo round, make the hoes go down Homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em Cause them women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime Motherfuckers still die in the summertime It happens all the time in the summertime [Verse 2: King Tee] Hold the liquor, it's an avalanche comin' A Cali nigga flooded in ice and quite stunnin' And who wouldn't believe the West Coast brung 'em When the rest start runnin' when my set start gunnin' I came to represent for the Likwit Empire Tha Liks Esquire, with about six priors It's been a minute since I lit a nigga on fire And I won't stop rockin' 'til ya nigga expire I gut the mic with the negative hype Any steelo will fashion, I'm a negative type Write whatever you like, starts day into night Paragraphin' how you have it, I be crashin' your sight As a treat, I'll eat all beef and gripes Toss up you niggas tryin' to peel my stripes Killas don't fright but hold up, here's the truth Summer turn cold when the crown hits the booth, nigga [Hook] Low nose clown on they pogo bounce When they slow-mo round, make the hoes go down Homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em Cause them women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime Motherfuckers still die in the summertime It happens all the time in the summertime [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Dice game, rice rocket, pipe laying, sidewalkin' Eyes, drankin' wine, talkin', where that Fernet, though? (Right?) Price payin', eye sockets, dry makin', fire lockin' Fly paper skyrockets, scare residentials Donuts in the cul-de-sac, photos at the intersection Show 'em knock Coronas back, flipping off the pigs and Breaking mirrors cause he own it jack And he on about half a pill and he don't wanna yack So he keep it rollin' like that dice game Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay Homies take shifts watching vice playing nice like they ain't narcs Roll a seven, guns spark, dogs bark, dial nine-eleven Cars parked ring alarms, homies stop bettin' just for a second Then start it up again like resurrection, they count their blessings Stop rubberneckin', you lookin' sweeter than confection Pause; Laugh it off or get a weapon [Hook] Low nose clown on they pogo bounce When they slow-mo round, make the hoes go down Homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em Cause them women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime Motherfuckers still die in the summertime It happens all the time in the summertime

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Ski mask on with a burner cell phone Desert Eagle 50 cal. imprint on the backbone This one is not to be tested Unless you got Smith and Wesson Quick at your disposal if not Better to head back home This is the business, the uniform isn't unusual if you make killing a job Money is good when it's coming from behind prison walls for someone who need to get off Plus it probably beat a nine to five and there is time to be outside instead of sitting at a desk and making calls And for anyone to stay alive up in the jungle you should figure out a way to carry no remorse at all All day long it is bombs over Baghdad Right in the backyard no service no draft No reason to go out But it's no reason to stay in When the roaches are all raiding And your neighbors bumping Black Flag Tired of living like this but not ready to die Cause he isn't notorious yet Everyone wants to be somebody known for doing something people call glorious, yes So he keep it pushing through the blood and all the gunning down of people that he knew and loved who just ran out of time And the mantra that is bumping on the Walkman in the pocket probably something that's synonymous to money on the mind [Hook] This action No time for your planning The lifespan like this fuse is too short That rocket is taking off Taking off, taking off, it's taking off Party in the sky Thug mansion was real as it turns out These gangstas ride rockets They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] What is in the mind of a motherfucking killer when he chillin' on the porch with his daughter in his lap, peace That man just doing his job fam No demons for the damned Meaning if they live in hell They can't bring it to you, you see? What's a goon to a goblin? Essentially, living in the ghetto cause the rent is cheap And the cost of living is the life you living And the life you living is the nicest given that you ice the living There they cry for more of that good poison That hood oil That cash cow need cash now Just add water and back off of what momma taught ya Parents just don't understand, apparently always talking to Jesus, please The only God here is the Jesus piece they rocking like hipsters rock Jeezy tees, ironic Don't you think? Or don't you think about it? Stop all the thinking, instincts is how you kill a giant They might be stalking up rappers and robbing prisons for taxes Death and that shit Everyone trying to be the king of this landfill Probably get us just a hill of bodies, you stand still, you cancelled So no settling down, they hit the pedal Depending upon your metal You're drowned in exhaustion And lost in the smoke is a chokin' Unspoken, inhuman an urge, unprovoked It's all good; with professional pot-stirrers A thought murders a motherfucker quicker than not [Hook] This action No time for your planning The lifespan like this fuse is too short That rocket is taking off Taking off, taking off, it's taking off Party in the sky Thug mansion was real as it turns out These gangstas ride rockets They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off [Bridge] Meet up in the parking lot Taking off, spark it up Do that shit again Meet up in the parking lot Take it off, sparking up Pass it to a friend Got the spaceship in the parking lot Spark a lot Take it off Do that shit again Always chill up in the parking lot When the block is hot Taking off, yup [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Get fly, baby, they die regular Don't want to just deteriorate on a cellular level The devil's a meddling motherfucker There be no medals for all these fucking guns you been bustin' Now uncles and nieces and cousins are going to war Blowing the score Pedaling pellets for more guns than a Scorsese blockbuster Bust the block, show stop Mustard to mayonnaise Make the cars hop scotch Soda, pop, cap Dozens with the cousin, get a partner who can rap And a partner who can ball, and the rest of y'all Welcome to the trap, get ready for war Welcome to the hood go and cover your head For the patron saint Trayvon and bring out your dead Ring the alarm although the sound is drowning And the beat is banging so hard that you can't hear the shouting [Hook] This action No time for your planning The lifespan like this fuse is too short That rocket is taking off Taking off, taking off, it's taking off Party in the sky Thug mansion was real as it turns out These gangstas ride rockets They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off

[Intro: Gangsta Boo] It's clipping., bitch [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Turnt than a motherfucker Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin' But they spot is 'bout to close and they ain't pullin' nothin' Walls smell like pussy when it sweat Snort it to the face, but the club wet Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin' Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken Flashing lights, molly dreams, face down low DJ screaming "last call", that liquor dark, that dick gone hard With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass And breaking lamps from beatin pussy purple cause she like it fast Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Bey- Oncé, and tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free Cause she's probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be But shit, the spot about to close and you still ain't pulled you a freak? [Hook: Daveed Diggs] It's the last song of the night Don't forget to tip the bartender You got fucked up, that's alright That's not the only thing you came to do Cause there's bad ones all around And you ain't pulled your one yet If you ain't locked it down by now Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight (Yeah ho!) Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] I'm drunker than I ever been (Drunk) Higher than I ever been (I'm high) Don't you want to take me to the bar To get a shot again? (Boom) Don't you want to take me home? Don't you want to see me roam? (Yeah, ho!) Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound I'm all up in my zone Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin' I just want some sex Nothing else to do when I leave the club So that's the best thing next Here, just take my number When you leave, make sure you send a text I'll be at the Waffle House waiting Baby, fuck the rest (Yeah, ho!) If you at the club and you feel trashed And it's about to close (Yeah, ho!) Make sure you have a freak that knows How to bend and touch her toes Make sure that that boy know He got a play, what he waiting, I'm sold He get to see me do dances and shit Doin' a split and I'm killin' this shit [Hook: Daveed Diggs] It's the last song of the night Don't forget to tip the bartender You got fucked up, that's alright That's not the only thing you came to do Cause there's bad ones all around And you ain't pulled your one yet If you ain't locked it down by now Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight [Beat Switch] [Interlude: Daveed Diggs] Yup It's clipping. Bitch [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums Laser in the eyeball, callous on the feet Cab to the someplace, head in the backseat Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards Hands fumbling through denim, keys—keys open doors Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin' Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips Beat it up, spread it out, bust it open, take it down *Ah-hhh, ah-hhh* Eyes rolling, bones shaking Lungs weak, breathing in somebody else's breath Shit, hold up, what's your name, what's up with that breakfast? [Hook: Daveed Diggs] It's the last song of the night Don't forget to tip the bartender You got fucked up, that's alright That's not the only thing you came to do Cause there's bad ones all around And you ain't pulled your one yet If you ain't locked it down by now Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight