Ekip (feat. Grind)

(Fuck)
Ah, ah, ah (17)
44
(Hey, hey)
I make the clock tick on the poop
(Pow, pow, pow)
The 17, the 44, crazy zone
Whole terrain like a Jeep, rat-a-tat the squad
Man down if I pull out the piece
(Skrrt, pow, pow, pow, pow!)

If they want to die in pain
Skinny dude 44, just tell me who they are and I'll hit 'em with everything
I leave you hanging but in R.K. or
The ones above are watching, paying close attention

They know I eat them up if I step away from the block
But I can't walk away, I got product in stock
Screw the top, I just want my money, that's why there's no stop
Tough life in the hood, there's always a mission

Fuck off!
I take from Spoti, invest in the spotlight
Crack your coconut, move the package
Skinny the pilot, no, I never miss

Skinny 44 with the 17
Before I kill him, I tell him to let me know
Black or white, no gray colors
I know your boss, watch out so you don't get stepped on
The block on my back, the piece on your bald head, pow!

No one saves you, no matter the height, everything is jumped here
My team stays quiet, I know yours sings
Damn snitch, why you go to the gym?
If the bang enters clean in your weak ass skin
Double tap for those who talk click-click

Zig-zag, I come in with the bro and they get agitated
I go to the club to sell with flair
Benefit, no love, smoke gray mint
I connect to the mic, want a big bag, Big Mac
Time doesn't stop, man, tic tac

I make the clock tick on the poop, mole
If you touch me, you know I explode
The 17, the 44, crazy zone
If they cross the line, I hit 'em

Cover the plate, bro, non-stop
We flip the finger in the photo
I signal the pilot, screw the poop
They want us

Since the iPhone era, zig-zag tif
No time, I go brick by brick
Active in the area you mention
I move the hash package like a pro

Whole terrain like a Jeep, rat-a-tat the squad
Man down if I pull out the piece
If they see me, they don't know what to say
Screw 'em, if I catch 'em, they won't forget me

I calmly connect
I'm out, I'm gone if you give what I offer
I live the crazy life as I deserve
I follow my path, no time for the rest

I only add, don't subtract
Big check, big money to spend on this
You know they don't follow the beat
And when I speed up, the rest are slow

The rest are slow, they don't follow my beat
I swear I hit 200
I live the band life, eyes on me but let them keep watching

And your chick keeps licking
If you talk about fame, I swear I get fired up
Cold heart, I swear I don't feel
If I stop you, I take your breath away

Baby, baby, shake that
Booty that I eat like a Maine lobster
She asks me to give it to her as it should be
She knows I'll give it if she asks for more

I always devour it like an animal
And I hit the streets like a moneyman
The life I lead has its end
Either I crown it with music or I'm a criminal

I get critical, I let them criticize
Skinny enters the game, he has to adapt
Forget that
I go with my face covered, with the piece loaded
And we ruin your plan, pigs

iPhone 7, the screen cracked
I got it for half a coke
Empty fridge, you only spend on clothes
Even your block knows you're a pig

You know you're going to sleep
And another shot of Hennessy
And another night at the club

I spend my check with my sexy chick
I look like crazy
With Nick and Leman, entering your block playing on my playlist
I'll see you maybe

I make the clock tick on the poop, mole
If you touch me, you know I explode
The 17, the 44, crazy zone
If they cross the line, I hit 'em

Cover the plate, bro, non-stop
We flip the finger in the photo
I signal the pilot, screw the poop
They want us

Since the iPhone era, zig-zag tif
No time, I go brick by brick
Active in the area you mention
I move the hash package like a pro

Whole terrain like a Jeep, rat-a-tat the squad
Man down if I pull out the piece
If they see me, they don't know what to say
Screw 'em, if I catch 'em, they won't forget me