How dont you like the way I murder the track but I still be in the hood with a bird of that crack
In the Nowadays Rap, with peanut butter gust, the fiends run up to my truck for them peanut butter
Gools Flacky!
How dont you like the way I murder the track but I still be in the hood with a bird of that crack
In the Nowadays Rap, with peanut butter gust, the fiends run up to my truck for them
I know you like the way I murder the track, but I still be in the hood with a bird of
that crack.
In the burgundy lap with Tina Black.
Just the fiends run up to my truck, but I'm Tina Black.
I pack tools like a handyman.
Without a ice cream truck, I'm still a candyman.
Just say my name five times in a row, and I'ma show you where the truth is.
We cut your light sock.
Bring the metal pipe sock.
Memorial weekend, we bring the bike sock.
The drop pipe sock.
The white knife sock.
The black strippers, plus the white dyke sock.
We call them kissing cousins.
Yeah, kiss your cousin.
Ain't it a shame these hoes lick kiss and kiss they husband?
Now that's foul play.
And girly girl, I gotta check your YD.
I ain't Mike Chubbs like Blake.
I do the shit that can't be done.
Lil' Flippin' Zab drew the weed of champions, nigga.
October 2nd, we gon' teach y 'all a lesson.
I bet you can't go around with the sweat in West City, bitch.
