Havoc (Explicit)

Havoc (Explicit) - Rich Amiri/slump6s

Lyrics by：Elijah Policard/Namil Bridges/Semaj Nelson

Composed by：Elijah Policard/Namil Bridges/Semaj Nelson

Produced by：Maajins

Yeah

Yeah

Look ayy

Fashion she love my fashion don't need a caption

Got ratchets they automatic they causin' havoc

I'm stackin' I'm countin' cabbage I had to cash in

You lackin' we pistol packin' we just might splat him

She ride on my d**k no I ain't talkin' 'bout rodeo yeah

Plug hit my phone I send that pack right through the mail ayy

Tryna kill Amiri I can't die so you gon' fail

Got pulled over in a stolo so you know I had to bail

He got caught up with that yola free lil' Stevo out the cell

Finna show the world the real me get up out my shell

***** I'm rollin' off a fat flat you couldn't even tell

Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt send that boy to hell

I'm in Cali I just bought a Motorola for my yola

Up in the telly and this ho she think

She know us she don't know us

Check my balance I could take a

******* foreign to Bora Bora

I rock ALYX and that boy he rock Supreme I don't endorse it

Know they taxin' for this new lil' Tom Ford you can't afford it

Automatic in the V we push a button then we floor it

I was smashin' on this slut I told that ho

You can't record it

I ain't cappin' on the plug I made the trap jump like Jordan

Fashion she love my fashion don't need a caption

Got ratchets they automatic they causin' havoc

I'm stackin' I'm countin' cabbage I had to cash in

You lackin' we pistol packin' we just might splat him

She ride on my d**k no I ain't talkin' 'bout rodeo yeah

Plug hit my phone I send that pack right through the mail ayy

Tryna kill Amiri I can't die so you gon' fail

Got pulled over in a stolo so you know I had to bail

I'm in LA coolin' in a highrise and

I'm gettin' slow like a snail

Ready to cook a nigga like it's Five Guys

If that nigga callin' me Namil

Chopper bullet it's a five-nine fight?

Nah I'ma bring 'em hell

And every shirt that I got a medium but I'm up on XXL

I told 'em tell me somethin' that I don't know

Gettin' money nigga you could tell

I'm in the trap coolin' with a 44

I get caught I'ma go to jail

Tell me you hate me that's a low blow

But you really think that I'd care

Thinkin' you faze me nigga oh no

I can't name a nigga I fear

These niggas tweakin' together like BKTHERULA

I feel like Yeat mix the X and the boot up

Wifin' that ho you and her really boo'd up

I tried to listen to you and I threw up

No BO3 but I slide with the Kuda

I walk in the party saw you I'm like

Who them?

I ain't fightin' no more nigga I'm finna shoot 'em

Nigga talk on that stream but I don't even view 'em

Fashion she love my fashion don't need a caption

Got ratchets they automatic they causin' havoc

I'm stackin' I'm countin' cabbage I had to cash it

You lackin' we pistol packin' we just might splat him

She ride on my d**k no I ain't talkin' 'bout rodeo yeah

Plug hit my phone I send that pack right through the mail ayy

Tryna kill Amiri I can't die so you gon' fail

Got pulled over in a stolo so you know I had to bail

He got caught up with that yola free lil' Stevo out the cell

Finna show the world the real me get up out my shell

***** I'm rollin' off a fat flat you couldn't even tell

Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt send that boy to hell