More Steroids nigga You know what's up nigga That's more drums for these fuck niggas
Look, look 50 shots sticks lift 'em where he stand I promise nigga, I'm dumping all 50 when I blam On the strip pitching grams see the pigs and then we scram Throwing yayo in the bushes like 50 on the 'Gram It was a void in grimy rap I had to take control See yo' favorite rapper out and break his nose My shooters sniffed the yay and froze Then he start letting the bullets and his K explode Niggas can't fuck with my toast game The flow so propane I'm Jon Bones Jones on the cocaine Y'all better get low when the toast aim Send a package in the mail I'm Demarcus Cousins with the postgame Nigga we don't flow the same I was fucking these hoes with no chain I keep it a hunnid, no change Nigga, I don't follow a trend, I wrote pain Still [?] neck his windpipe from his throat hang Clapping with the ninas, Raf Simons Adidas As far as rap go, go and ask if I'm the meanest These niggas on pills these rap niggas is leaning Rap circles round niggas, this MAC-10 it'll lean 'em Youngin wanna wack niggas he askin for a reason Like "please big bro lemme clap niggas I'm fiending" He want another body, he dumping with a shottie Go 'head say something it'll be a motherfucking homi, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
