We'll see you next time.
I'm a king of sitting on the throne, bro.
We'll see you next time.
I don't know if you heard.
word.
It's the Mr. Slim Dog with the vine of a nerd.
Go out with the mouth of mouth
and all across the world.
Push a house and run on tour with the post-bite girl.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Give me the work, the past, money, the holes, the elbows, the bones.
We'll be right back.
See my boy Michael Watts make the beat chop chop
Don't stop.
Don't stop.
Don't quit till the world admits it.
So bitch, bob your head when you roll down the stack and slip up.
I can tell I'm dead or gone, baby.
For real.
Now step up high.
Rest in peace.
Now side.
Now side.
Westside Showers, Glover, Dick Bush,
Front, back, side, and side.
It's the Mr. Serb, people.
So fuck it.
Outro Music
So don't wait until I'm wild, no, until I can count them.
Bang the block and drop the knock.
I'ma chop it down, both crops a whole an ounce, I'll make a bitch get by it.
Fuck the cunt, fuck the nut, and the chump get on it.
so they get no love.
Cause I'm my own cause I'm a man cause I'm the boss of them folks.
flowin' up in they style, so haters frown on me, taste some change in little
It's R.I.P.
Cause ain't no place up I'd be.
Up on my paper, up on my cash.
Yeah, I gotta stay blank.
I'm saying that 6'6 child, but I don't play.
We'll be right back.
I ain't swingin' back to the brick.
I'm makin' boys puke cause my drop got him.
We'll be right back.
So I never ever leave her.
Yeah, you caught me sniffing.
But I'ma charge you to the game.
I'll fuckin' put one in your brain I'll pop drugs and pop rocks We'll be poppin' the guns
I'm not the kind of other thing, but I can make it.
J-Dawg.
J-Dawg in the mix.
The Briggs.
Northside.
Northside.
I'm stepping out the door
Fuck up nigga on my hip.
Haters better fall when I be gone on that dip.
I'm rolling through the South.
G4, 10th with the third.
Boy, I think about the grass on the curb, growing out the herb that I've grown.
on that girl.
Getting high to the bitch and post it up on my cut.
I can't be so they don't want to be accused.
When I was told I'm about to switch I also thought I didn't represent them
Me in the brick and I might be by the center.
Trying to find the winner.
Yeah, I
Young Tinder.
Take her through the acres.
Let the clique run up and up.
Number one.
The house in the back Don't get lost in the south Cause that mouth will eat you wet
Chuck it up, I said, but believe it, fo-fo.
I'll holler at that Ralph.
Eat a polo.
A wide solo.
Dance by myself.
My wealth and it's bad for your health and it hits it like a shell.
the cheese.
I can slay cats from Tennessee to Tennessee.
The boys don't know.
Because I keep it on the hush.
I sip the rum and just can't miss.
And we get to watch when the house can be touched, bitch.
Oh no!
