Aye Astro
Check! (Kush nigga!!)
It's Snick! (It's EK muthafucka)
Look
These niggas pussy, and the lips is where the hymen at
Left lying flat, if I react, my bro catch you for lying raps
So play ball fore you get robbed for hiding stacks
And have to take a trip to Arizona for ya diamonds back (Kushgang bitch!!!)
I'm slicing wraps, yeah the guts go right inside the trash
The shit I'm grinding resemble emeralds when found inside of that
You ball but you can't find the stats
You like LaVar just tryna cap
I'm Hot!! Even wit 3 sons you'd never see your fire match
A killer's ambiance, I'll take ya top off like Mardi Gras
The stick is on me, the shit grande like Ariana
All I send is shots, muthafucka get yo party on
You think I ain't want the smoke? How? I'm fucking Rastafarian
Wag wann! Dem tink dey rudeboi? Come test we nuh
Ya crew hear BUCK! BUCK!! BUCK!!! Then there's less of ya
If I never gave a fuck when real killers felt some type of way
You think give a fuck, what internet thugs, gone type away(?)
Foley known to blast, a critic, and snatch, a fitted
Niggas know they ass, admit it, you gassed, it's vivid
Pay attention to the beat, see how fast you get it
You watching stars, astrophysics, since Astro did it
I'll put them rockets on yo head like Houston draft a nigga
Snick, pass the ziggy, ain't seen a snitch this fast since quidditch
The gas is litted, you cooking wit the Maddest Chemist
You tryna peep what he brew? I make ask in Yiddish (Sheesh!)
Ain't no pretend in me
They wishing for the end of me
I tell em keep that energy
They finna see what I was meant to be
When I reign, it last for centuries
Don't pray for me, pray for my enemies
Yeeeaahhh! But me and my dogs perform the séance
If it don't make money, it's no scents and I love the fragrance
Incense and the sage goin', me and Snick resurrect
You get the true spirit of rap on this Astro project
SNICK and EK, like Chris and Wee-Bey, break the replay
Rushing down the ops and storming spots, they think it's D-Day
Got so many flows that we can show; we should loan styles
All we touch is gold, words, flipping like Simone Biles
Hood had 4 gangs, we had to buy some guns
There was the bloods, crips, the kings and the 9-1-1
One not like the others, kill you and they get away on it
See ya skin and prey on it, then tell you pray on it
Yeahhh!!! If my margins ain't right then I spray bonnets
Observe the Ks efficacy, these chickens'll lay dormant
Chop like Chicken Fil-A on em, these Churches'll pray for em
Yea I sauced his dog for the bread, HA, I'm Canes darling
Sifu never need goons I'm throwing hands when I see you
You can get washed, before I spray, like a pre-poo
I see you in the cross hairs, but nigga when that heat used
I'm killin em, the recoil minimum like it's C2
King of NY, call me senpai, bitch I been fly
Listen this is not a fucking game. It ain't hentai
Men lie, women too, numbers spitting facts tho
These fuckers fell into my trap door
Like why I oughta?! Start bugging out until I pop eyes
I need my money now, that green give me strength like Popeye's
Family worried bout me, I can see it in my Pop eyes
We lining niggas up like the sandwich is back at Popeyes
And you get popped ah!!!! (Hahahahaha)
AV
Ghetto Genius
Kush Gang
Snick Fole