Dollar Menu

Smoke Signal

by Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim

on Dollar Menu (2022)

[Intro: Al Divino]
Ayo
You already fuckin' know
Yeah

[Verse 1: Al Divino]
It's me and Mach at the pizza spot
Exotic weed with white hair like ZZ Top
Cuddy's fienin' the cop
Pineapple juice and peach Ciroc, Absolute for the bitches
Verbal ballistics, work in the kitchen
The purple get twisted up, bitch I learn through tradition
This ain't no superstition, those who choose to listen see the vision
Speak with precision
Disobeying the speed limit
Green fitted shootin' out the green Civic
Keep the heater hidden in the glove compartment
Scratch several black market rap, I'm a marksmen!
You just a easy target bullseye, can't miss. Got blood stains on my red leather Stan Smith's
Cannabis shining in the light, like amethyst, manhandled the manuscript
Panoramic view out my mind's eye
I've revived, time seem to fly by
Critics got a lot to say sittin' on the sidelines

Bitch-ass motherfuckers! (Move!)
Get out my face with that bullshit!
We had enough of that
Run through your spot with the full clip


[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
Baking soda schroeder, vulgar, bolder
If you ever saw me ‘round Charlie Brown
Good grief, what's happenin' man?
The handle was ash
Who want beef with the Cattleman's ranch?
Catamaran's
Max Mara's and Van's
Skinny thicks with good tans, nonsense
All I had was a plan!
I can't help but think different
Watch yourself, I can't kick it
Like Lucy was my gal a-ting hittin'
My main nigga, incendiary affiliate, serious, watch out for A.I.D.S sister
50 band inside a Rothco, you fantasize about your Goyard bag
We manage by the muscle
Lotta cuckolds
You suckin' sperm out your wife shit
Right after I swerve, you not a rebel
I know I got a lot to learn, a lotta levels
My alibi does not concern another fellow
Jefferson and Monticello
Yo fuck that nickel-and-dime shit, non-tense, I murder by numerals
Every shell got a name; Donny, Leo, Mikey, Raph, hockeymask
You ‘bout to get out the game
Every shell got a name; Donny, Leo, Mikey, Raph, hockeymask
Yo!
These niggas cartoons, I ain't fuckin' with them
I lit chartreuse I ain't puff it with them
I told my dawg shit, fuck the rap shit
I kick the door in let the Mach spit

[Outro: Sample]

[Gal]
I'd be useless

[Don]
Useless?

[Gal]
I would be

[Don]
In what way?

[Gal]
In every fucking way

[Don]
Why are you swearing? I'm not swearing

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