Soon as I catch the vibe tell them to fetch the hearse
Shorty I'm pressing lines lifting the Lauren shirt
Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
I'm in that kitchen
Wrist water whipping
Sike niggaI don't do that
Niggas get bloo-blapped and blown away
Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like ó rale
Okay I'm on to something
Momma should've told you it'd be days like this
It's just a tale from the crip
I'm on my s é ance shit
I'm tryna' make a million dollars
Keep it hood while crossing over on some AI shit
I need a foreign baby momma to match a n***a model whip
Ramona Park made me from scratch
A lot of lotto picks lost inside this game called rap
I be the underdog
Bullet hit his forehead
It exit out his under arm
Ain't nobody bigger than my hood
My n***a
F**k a boss
Baby momma killer
You offended and I f**k her raw
Stretchy doing federal time for busting at the law
And he gonna be a neighbor of mine
You play me for a pawn
Shorty I be swimming with sharks
Your posse full of prawns
Pistols rip his body apart
Now he afraid of dark alleyways
Niggas better listen when the pastor say
It's Golf on that b***h
It's Golf on that ball cap
I guzzle the tall boy
Jehovah ain't call back
And ya'll still debating over earl music
Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy
Peanut butter to paisley
Walking down the street
In the different color McGrady's
That first grader was me
Now my fist full of spliffs and the old banker receipts
Bitches grip the stick and
Jerky like cold shanks of the beef dry
I'm taking purses like they chances in the evening
Pick your pants up
Boy
You dancing with a demon
On my momma I been limiting my features
Filling swishers up with reefer
b***h
It's difficult to beat him like a soft d**k
Golf clique deep and we don't hit the streets passive
That n***a sweaty got the gas
And Shreddy k brought the matches
Put your body down in water
Like a Lipton tea bag is
Switch to different f**king whip
To let them piggies speed past 'em
It's the rats
Try and get the cheese
What it do
Rap like I'm mincing meat
Call me Lou
If I'm on the track
These niggas skip to me
Niggas want to fade me
Bitches feel some type of way for me
50's in my pocket falling out like f**king baby teeth
Vince be with the rocket
He gone pop it when it's danger round
Fingertips to tapers
Now salute us when you face us
Give a f**k about the moves all these loser niggas making now