MELTDOWN (feat. Drake) (Ft. Drake)

Yeah Tensions is definitely rising T'd up right now T time, T time T time, T time, T time Teatime like I got a cup of this shit Tee time like golf at a quarter to six I love to fuck on a regular bitch Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit You talk to the cops on some therapist shit You act like you love this American shit But really the truth is you scared of the 6 Yeah, you're scared of the 6 Yeah, you're scared of the 6 Your bodyguard put in some work on the fluke Now you wanna go and inherit the shit Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit The weapons we got are some terrorist shit Like TV producers we, grr We airing this shit She askin' for bread for her parents and shit I told her, "I don't got no cash" And she said she gon' wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit I pull out a million and stare at the shit My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit My schedule's out, come spin us, for real Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit I melt down the chains that I bought from your boss Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis They not even wearin' that shit Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit You lucky that Vogue was suing 'Cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? And they scared of the seven (seven) After one-three then we turn up eleven (yeah) Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (it's lit) We at the house, I got seven in heaven They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit She ushered my way then she started confessing I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey" Connect collect calls right off of the celly Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout Belly Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli I got the juice, now it's heavy (juice) Always on T time, been ready (T, ah), yeah Is you fucking crazy? Is you f- (yeah, stoned, let's go) Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (wrap, cheese, wrap) Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs) Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch (Ooh) Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Uh) Is you fucking crazy? (What?) Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah) Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy? (Nah) Is you f-, is you f- Is you fucking crazy? I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe (couple, maybe) Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (fuck Mercedes) I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (have the baby) I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (in Walmart) The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (woo) Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (woo) Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (tuck it, tuck it) Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (Fuckin' crazy) Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (straight up) Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (nah, nah, nah) We outside with the army, so you need the-, uh Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (it's lit) Blicky hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (blicky, blicky, blicky) She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (huh, huh, huh, huh) Is you fucking crazy? Is you fucking crazy? Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you f-, is you fuckin'- Is you fucking crazy?