Look, smoking shattering the raw comb Bottom of the 5th shattering your jaw bone I send a package to your broad home, mail the drugs She sign for 500 pounds for a pair of Uggs They hating on me I'm like where the love I've been nice with the pen since back when Birdman was wearing love (hahaha) Homie behind the wall he been a near a dove Clap a nigga 5 times he wasn't wearing gloves Told that bitch to clean the pots and pans She washed the residue off the egg beaters wearing the ox for 10s The shooter keep the 30 in his arms reach (huh) I have him empty the clip where ya moms sleep (brrrrrrrr!) Mention my name I'ma push the button Poke on some rap nigga melon I gotta put a slug in Sending bricks from Cali to the hood and flood it I get the blocks from Sacramento cam boogie cousins (woo!) I'm a living legend It's a blessing I'm even living my life could've been ended In a millisecond That's probably why I spit it with aggression I gotta kill it, I gotta be the illest I can't finish second (talk to 'em) And I ain't finna threaten 'Cause can't no nigga fuck with me I run up in the session with the Smith and Wesson Shout out my nigga TEC, shout out to Smith and Wesson I had my youngins aiming sticks where your bitches resting Sit in on the counter let the blocks dry My youngin on your block letting shots fly Sneak dissing ain't work so now they cock ride Reject dropped I'm knocking niggas out the top five The Tisci dunks on black and white My dope made the fiends OD die and come back to life Haha, and that happened twice Hah, auntie said she hit that glass chick, crack the pipe, ConwayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
