The Fine Household (feat. Cyrax & Lord Linco) [Prod. by Shlohmo]

$ilkMoney's verse:

I give my nigga the strap, I let my man sport
Dope that i transport all up in my Jansport,
lil shawty no poppin 'p, smoking that cancer

Ya'll niggas out like Evander. Run in yo home,
N collect what you owe,
you be begging N keep sweating N exclaiming yo answers,
catching temper-tantrums, shaking like spray-cans N break
Dancers, uhh

Ya chicken finger-pussy niggas like Snickle-fritz
Talking bout flipping ish but a'int even hit a switch

Lying on yo dick, when you a'int even hit the bitch
And to be called to class, you illiterate

Petty crimes, N peppers too peter didn't pick
Prolly pussy, my holiday coochie Lilo-Stitch

6-2-6, be the price of a zip,
its the drought, either gram it out, or hit you a lick
Uhh, uhh
So where we at wit it? Outside, never gone' hide, no black fitted

This that shit that make you get yo strap N mask real
quick, got yo cash, beat a nigga ass, N dash real quick

Matter fact, this that kick back,
relax wit a pack of 6,
no mental matter, just magic, Abracadabra bitch

Throw it in the trash bag,
paper or plastic, dont even matter because im addin it, uhhh