It's Dark Testo

Performed by Yukmouth, Lee Majors & Ampichino

(Verse)
Powder frosty, whacks game whip like toffee
I’m deep in this shit, call me Master Doffy
I’m an Akron with the act, pour another bossy
White cup, 4 AM, you may think it’s coffee
Black Caesar, my father moving reefer
So much loud in my corner, I ain’t talkin speakers
I bump bass like it was 85, I won’t stop trappin I feel like shows 85 girl, don’t stop rappin nigga
The game is fucked up but I move more weight than a motherfuckin dump truck
Touchdown in yo city with that P Diddy
Slip satar, run em off in 1950
Bust down in VMA, some mayday bands
So much work in them flags, act like aluminum cans
I’m blowin kush clouds, chyeah, moving kush pounds
Easy money, Regime Mob, we the town

(Hook)
It’s dark and nigga hell is hot
So is that mayonnaise jar in that rusty ol pot
G I’m standin in the kitchen, floors ain’t never mopped
And the windows can’t open ‘cus the paint got em locked
I’m whippin so much dope that my clothes smell like raw
I’m feelin like sho cold, wiper rims dropped
I’m feelin like a mobster, I’m feelin like a dog
I’m feelin like a king, you lookin like a pawn nigga

(Verse) Yuk, step your cook game up
I’m in the kitchen whippin those, call me Wolfgang punk
Ragged with The Regime medallion, too chained up
The coup change up, push a button, the roof came up
Gucci framed up, Loubrettons, my shoe game up
I’m putting paint where niggas ain’t, step yo hoop game up, boom
The mob in the room, two things tucked
I turned yo dues to pyroos, get yo crew flamed up
Bang, your T red, I put yo face on a black shirt
Your body in a casket, you’re riding a black hearse
Perform this rap shit, I’m a stone to trap first
Before I sold bricks I was pushin that crack verse
Work, I’m flippin cakes like a splash landin
Send it to the A, Arizona, Atlanta
Arkansas, Alabama, Austin, Alaska
OG in that master, fly as fuck, NASA

(Hook)
It’s dark and nigga hell is hot
So is that mayonnaise jar in that rusty ol pot
G I’m standin in the kitchen, floors ain’t never mopped
And the windows can’t open ‘cus the paint got em locked
I’m whippin so much dope that my clothes smell like raw
I’m feelin like sho cold, wiper rims dropped
I’m feelin like a mobster, I’m feelin like a dog
I’m feelin like a king, you lookin like a pawn nigga

(Verse)
Imperial, murder is stereo, lyrical spirit toast
Leave you in critical, my scenarios
After the burial, the crime rate increases
My mind state of peace, I let my hair grow like I’m black Jesus
Dope like crack pieces, I ball em out like athletes
I done read that 3 times since last week
Rock rock, rockin high performance
Homie tell me something good, I’m all ears like Martin Lawrence
I’m sick like a witch doctor, I piss vodka and shit acid
I’m Charles Manson mixed with Big Poppa
I spit up with the whip the color of peach cobbler
Align niggas to fuck up like Rich Lawler
My strip powder, we flip powder
I got powder burns on my face, cuz I spit flames to 6th power
Yo bitch ours, we switch cowards, you’re still shocked
Your eyes closed
It’s dark livin hell as hot

(Hook)
It’s dark and nigga hell is hot
So is that mayonnaise jar in that rusty ol pot
G I’m standin in the kitchen, floors ain’t never mopped
And the windows can’t open ‘cus the paint got em locked
I’m whippin so much dope that my clothes smell like raw
I’m feelin like sho cold, wiper rims dropped
I’m feelin like a mobster, I’m feelin like a dog
I’m feelin like a king, you lookin like a pawn nigga

(Verse)
Yea, I’m feelin like Hoovy, 18 mercato
Scale full of fightin irish, no pascato
Like Lou Holts, callin the blitz
They messed up with on the field, you holdin them bricks okay
Just call me Dante cuz now I’m out back
Crocodiles and koalas, no new jags
100 racks for the I love Lucy
MG with Carla, que pasa Uzzi?
Mr. Dirtbag, Dank Sinatra
The ghet clapped, the wet pack, weak imposters chyeah
You know the Dragon Gans, that’s the mob handle
Double back, makin sure we blew up they candles
It’s a wrap, your curtain call is ASAP
Wrist rocky, Balboa, club with lane, take that
Nigga, I said take that
Chyeah

(Hook)
It’s dark and nigga hell is hot
So is that mayonnaise jar in that rusty ol pot
G I’m standin in the kitchen, floors ain’t never mopped
And the windows can’t open ‘cus the paint got em locked
I’m whippin so much dope that my clothes smell like raw
I’m feelin like sho cold, wiper rims dropped
I’m feelin like a mobster, I’m feelin like a dog
I’m feelin like a king, you lookin like a pawn nigga