[Produced by Fatin]
[Verse 1: HaLo]
Whip, whip, whip, whiplash
Burn rubber give concrete a rash
Don't ask me shit jive turkey
Hershey gators, holes in your socks
Heron fur, chinchilla bop
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Dig the scene, pockets on cream like a danish
Honeybee make them famous
Run things, run things, running things
Winter game, summer slang, come on mang
That's some heavy shit you dig
I'm in the back like I own the place
Then stone my face, Medusa medicine
Never in your lane, we swerve insane
Hydroplane the cliff, peep the diff
Cologne makes Queens want to scratch and sniff
Wax on wax off in the city aloft
High-rise in the sky, super fly
Do or die, they're dying to do it
I rip through it until they drip fluid
It's a mess, wipe your face
Take Magnum PI on a race
No trace, chopper escapes
Off the radar, Chicago Wind my nigga
[Verse 2: Thee Tom Hardy]
Off radars, we move in the dark like bats with the sonar
Fast like a go cart, other side tryna act bad with a crowbar
You don't wanna see us go ham/Hamm like Nomar
Mad men plottin' in an office downtown
Jimmy no longer with me, cruising the Windy City
Perusing the scene is empty, that's really to put it simply
But money is changing hands through government drug pimping
Government uplifting? That's modern day mythology
Methodology sickening, whole world genocide home town crippling
But hundred spokes shined up bright gleam glistening
Big brother is listening, wire taps clicking like heels on Foxy Browns
Who sense that I'm dynamite, & travel across town
And really I'm kinda like, the illest you ever found
At taking a beat that's tight, and burning it to the ground
Wow, I'm just cool, spectacular
Box like a heavyweight, fight like a grappler
Flippin' wigs backwards, taking students to school
Don't make us take you out back and beat you like a rented mule
Number one rule, bringing pool sticks to a nunchuck fight's
The definition of a fool
Mission on the cool is figuring out who to hit
With Chicago winds strong enough to push you off a cliff
[Verse 1: HaLo]
Whip, whip, whip, whiplash
Burn rubber give concrete a rash
Don't ask me shit jive turkey
Hershey gators, holes in your socks
Heron fur, chinchilla bop
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Dig the scene, pockets on cream like a danish
Honeybee make them famous
Run things, run things, running things
Winter game, summer slang, come on mang
That's some heavy shit you dig
I'm in the back like I own the place
Then stone my face, Medusa medicine
Never in your lane, we swerve insane
Hydroplane the cliff, peep the diff
Cologne makes Queens want to scratch and sniff
Wax on wax off in the city aloft
High-rise in the sky, super fly
Do or die, they're dying to do it
I rip through it until they drip fluid
It's a mess, wipe your face
Take Magnum PI on a race
No trace, chopper escapes
Off the radar, Chicago Wind my nigga
[Verse 2: Thee Tom Hardy]
Off radars, we move in the dark like bats with the sonar
Fast like a go cart, other side tryna act bad with a crowbar
You don't wanna see us go ham/Hamm like Nomar
Mad men plottin' in an office downtown
Jimmy no longer with me, cruising the Windy City
Perusing the scene is empty, that's really to put it simply
But money is changing hands through government drug pimping
Government uplifting? That's modern day mythology
Methodology sickening, whole world genocide home town crippling
But hundred spokes shined up bright gleam glistening
Big brother is listening, wire taps clicking like heels on Foxy Browns
Who sense that I'm dynamite, & travel across town
And really I'm kinda like, the illest you ever found
At taking a beat that's tight, and burning it to the ground
Wow, I'm just cool, spectacular
Box like a heavyweight, fight like a grappler
Flippin' wigs backwards, taking students to school
Don't make us take you out back and beat you like a rented mule
Number one rule, bringing pool sticks to a nunchuck fight's
The definition of a fool
Mission on the cool is figuring out who to hit
With Chicago winds strong enough to push you off a cliff
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