"What Knife?"

[Zigzag Robinson]

Yo
My-my-my-my-my-my-my way is o.k.
Some say Feng shui
Gun play, walk away
My time is fuckin short
My money's gotta get long
I'm long I gotta get on
I'm on that beach fuckin singing brand new songs
[Hiimwaterdragon]
What's it called when you kill a track?
[Zigzag Robinson]
What's it called when you kill a track?
When you got racks on racks stashed up in the trap
What's it called when you kill a track?
When you got racks on racks on racks on racks stashed in the trap

[Hiimwaterdragon]
What's up little hussla?
What chu holdin that knife for-for?

[Zigzag Robinson]
It's either shovels or computers
Or knives and fire
Dire times like these
all make em perspire
Desire like mine
Y'all admire all the time
Thats when u watch em sweat
Make em break they're necks
Spend they're very last rent check
Just to get wet
Can't lead Mr. Jones to water
But u can make a clucker fetch
Sling till im king
Racks on racks
Sizzle that flesh
This cream they fiend for
In any dialect
Palm tree day dreams I scheme for
Draped in that supply co

[Hiimwaterdragon]
What's up little hussla?
What chu holdin that knife for-for?

[Zigzag Robinson]
Thorough through the skull
Directing my own films
You can call me Tarantino
Give a fuck about you half way crooks
Hammocks on a beach
Sand on her butt cheeks
A year supply of books
My team with fresh beats
Got me putting fish bait all up in these streets
Like, "Kick his ass, Sea Bass"
Now you shook?
Makin em see my teeth
Raised by wolves
So my pups gots to eat
A supa hussla
Give em what they want baby, you'll make a living
Give em what they need, you'll make a killing
Desire like mine can't be hired
I'll turn and burn
Yeah, we turn and burn