Gridiron Gang lyrics

Intro: Mike Oxlong, Brucie, Slim Bono
M-U-S-T-A-N-G, Mustangs repeat after me!
M-U-S-T-A-N-G, Mustangs repeat after me!
M–U-S-T-A-N-G, motherfuckas repeat and repeat

Verse 1: Mike Oxlong
Runtime feels stronger, calling it a trainwreck
Mike is cutting bullshit they way he splits check
14 years but they can't remember what Wu-Tang said, protect ya neck
Long way to go Sleepy Brown like fucking dreadlocks
Keep a reminder for Mike to kill time, dead clocks
Mike off the sugar, then moves on with the crack rocks
So fucked up, this the first time I see that money talks
Mia Wallace, don’t be a big pussy, let it mosh
Mr. steal your grill but never no beef squash
Mike may act tough but I live life like a kid watching Drake & Josh
Write shit the creates delusions, his machine makes the brainwash
Cleaning up the acts inside your mind, you need a brain wash
Tripping off some bullshit with your eyes sunken
Nowadays, rappers being up beats, what a domestic drunken youth
Can say one thing, fucking cold in this london booth
Mike and her can' work it out so how does it function?
Small fucking size, overtime that shit shrunken
Trapped my fucking verses in a single bracket
Really outta this world, Mike in a whole other planet
Stand on my feet with these sheets, haters cover themselves with blankets
Dropping easter eggs of T, stuffed them in these baskets
I'ma anti-hero, I don’t fucking care type gadgets
This rap shit ain't no rocket science, forget about the elements
Motherfuckers burn themselves with steamy beef with zero intelligence
Stampede of crazy fans, including these elephants
Can't dunk on Mike, thats means you no jumper
Calling me by the name asshole
Well I guess you might have the wrong number
Lighting bolts strike like same way with reality, fuck the thunder
Peaking at 22, but Mike still remains younger

Chorus: Mike Oxlong, Brucie, Slim Bono
Become a role model, fuck a bullshit gang
Let in my zone, it's the fucking music I bang
M-U-S-T-A-N-G, Mustangs repeat after me!
M-U-S-T-A-N-G, Mustangs repeat after me!
M–U-S-T-A-N-G, motherfuckas repeat and repeat
Were the Gridiron Gang, learn how to spell Mustang
Ok, Ok, Ok (Netflix!)

Verse 2: Brucie
As a thug, stabbing anyone who take my last fries
Only dumbass motherfucka working at the Five Guys
Vision my dick in our cooch, bitch look at my eyes
They taking shit when it goes down but I'm always in the middle
Playing with Brucie, balling and dribble
Gave you tricky little clues, too bad, solve another riddle
Suck my dick, taste the fucking rainbow, not talkin' bout skittles
Put a bomb in between the lies, dip before the truth dies
Put a grenade in the middle of the truth, True Lies
I guess Kanye was right because next week, I'm the french fries (Wait a minute?)
Can't reach above the rim, no Biggie, no 2Pac
The school I rock, fuck a strap used by these high school jocks
Money talks but then again, money can’t walk
I really just fell off, building a stairway to heaven
If they kick Brucie out, Brucie enters with the deadly seven
I run this shit but I ain’t have my first lady
Brucie a real bad boy but I ain't no crybaby
One hit wonders sneakin’ escape, well there you have Haiti
Bitch, I might break outta this style trap, but then again maybe
And now repeat after me like we saying he's the Real Slim Shady

Chorus: Mike Oxlong, Brucie, Slim Bono
Become a role model, fuck a bullshit gang
Let in my zone, it's the fucking music I bang
M-U-S-T-A-N-G, Mustangs repeat after me!
M-U-S-T-A-N-G, Mustangs repeat after me!
M–U-S-T-A-N-G, motherfuckas repeat and repeat
Were the Gridiron Gang, learn how to spell Mustang
Ok, Ok, Ok (Netflix!)

Verse 3: Slim Bono & Mike Oxlong
Bitches picture a beautiful but fake, ignoring the lavender
Technically not married to the money, Mike you's a bachelor
Any pussies I spot on the radar are complete amateurs
It’s time to cut this shit off, check on the calendar
Ay, Mike been going through alot like life's windows is bulletproof
Close your eyes and imagine that these black shades make you Don Johnson
The man in the mirror that's you can give you proof
With the money my dumbass gave you, you quick to buy you a mansion and cabinet
My force of my rhymes that come and connect, call me a magnet
You wanted rising attention, call me the advocate
His father left him, abandonment, now he's the main fucking antagonist
Acting so crazy, oooh I'm scared, send him to the nearest anger management
Wanna act tough, gotta get you a trainer
Or else you looking for embarrassment, people say you a no-brainer
Watch the fake drip outta you with this fucking strainer
Cooking up answers, it's hot and ready in the kitchen
Cancel this race game, Mike was always winning
It depends on my weed, medical needs, luxurious trees
By the time Mike blows, you can't see what he see
Fuck a 40, til you reach 40 motherfuckas
30 plus 20 equals 50, 50

Bridge: Mike Oxlong, Brucie, Slim Bono
M-U-S-T-A-N-G, Mustangs repeat after me!
M-U-S-T-A-N-G, Mustangs repeat after me!
M–U-S-T-A-N-G, motherfuckas repeat and repeat
Industry is dead, but no one will retreat

Outro: Brucie
Fuckin' crumbs, dummos, all that shit