Dry and blown beans sipping on a daily basis.

Crypto hot pot on your block and red faces.

Slammin' open spaces, lookin' good and standin' tall Beat down your block, lockin' pictures off your wall Y'all come around your block, turnin' heads and ridin' slow With a pocket full of money, but I got stuff to do

to get mold, stain, and grain, my body is stained, gas out, swoop from lane to lane, to be sent without bang, like a

Peace without a chain.

Jock me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me.

This is one to be a ball.

I got the real one to watch me.

don't hate, just wait for me to skate down your street, fall, die, smoke, and sweep, a bitch like Franklin's on my feet, ball fade, hit a

We'll see you next time.

This real and still making player choices.

Try to get searched with horses.

Hear my name in different voices.

Juiced up in toe line on my flip making my rhymes.

Smellin' like a pine, drippin', feelin' pain to time.

Makin' weight, how I play, leanin' hard, don't let you doze.

Popped up, huddlin', bold, don't matchin' flow, don't start your clothes.

Riding, blowing pigs, sipping on a daily basis.

Quipped your hot spots on your block and red faces.

And slammin' open spaces, lookin' good and standin' tall Beat down your block, knockin' pictures off your wall Ridin', blowin' Vs

sipping on a daily basis.

Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces.

Slam, slap, and open spaces.

and good as any child.

Beat it out of your block like your pictures off your wall.

Flippin' laces, two-seater.

Matching lights on the feeder.

With the throats in your reader.

And some long hair Italian.

Pizza time of day.

And my currency increase.

I'm dropping on the gas.

And I got the corn throats.

Look, they all say I'm toast.

Slip, slap, just toss, swash my currency and fold.

I'm thinkin' ride alone, seven days at the creek.

Flakes tattered on my arm, hieroglyphics made me creep.

Nuff'll brag, nuff'll boast.

Flyin' cold thick toast, on the plane sippin' drink, eatin' scrambled eggs and toast.

Chinkaday my Padre, bought Lexus for my Madre.

Red bubble in, smoke

Swishers on the highway Parking on the sand Jumping up out of the van Byzantine around my neck Diamonds glisten on my hand

Watch us being heads with my cranberry red.

Remote control, VCR stretched, bourbons with bagels.

Double stretch limousine, Twiky and Byzantine I live my life with bones and hustle, could it all be a dream?

Beaches in pieces, white tigers on leashes Me and Chy on the way to the lake, number cuts for Lexus

You ain't got to be all of us.

This is chandeliers in my den.

Blowing smoke in the wind.

You can catch me in a or a big body Benz.

What?

Riding long things.

Sipping on a daily basis.

Crypto hot pot on your block and red faces.

Slam slapping open spaces.

Looking good and standing tall.

Beatin' out your block, knockin' pictures off your wall.

Ridin', blowin' big, sippin' on a daily basis.

Quick to hop out on your blockin' red face With slings slappin' open spaces, lookin' good and tanned and tall

B-9, you're flying like your pictures after a while.