us is a bitch god damn walk around the city with hella blood in my hands i can't have a chance so fuck a motherfucking friend

Outro Music

What a shame.

Most of you motherfuckers think we're the same.

My bitch keep a blicky on her, you know it's gonna bang.

Goddamn.

Now I'm sounding something like the man.

I feel like Peter Pan, cause I'm high and never land.

Back to bitch, I broke a shit and now I fuck a cousin.

You make two racks in a year and a day, I make a dozen.

Sippin' on my Sprite, no lean, no rubber tossin'.

Flicky on me and you know that shit gon' get the bustin'.

Got a tool like a handyman, won't have mercy for many men.

Goddamn, I'm whippin', I'm whippin', I fuck your bitch in the kitchen.

She on my line, I stop, I told that hoe to go mind her business.

Mr. Miyagi, I kick it.

Goddamn.

Walk around the city with hella blood in my hands.

I can never trust, so fuck up my fucking friend.

Outro Music

Thank you.

Thank you.

I still make that shit.