I write to relieve my stress, smoke to ease my mind You a fool to think that I don't work hard man, I am on God's time Only have one life, I will live to my best ability Give my town a name but not in vein for all the southern small town nice to see It's not hard to see whose there for me I'm in the hills, fuck Beverly What's best for you ain't best for me I'm made up of an old school recipe I'm a three-fifty-one stroked out to max And I'm four-oh-eight with that wack a pack And I stack the racks and I flip the switch Bitch I'm diesel gang I'll steal your bitch I am the sound, onomatopoeia I forget the rest, fuckin' amnesia Spice up the game with some fresh paprika I stay cool lada, first name pina Hold up dropping in four-low and go slow Need merchandise I got a boat load Trapped in my mind like a fucking snow globe Hopped on the beat but I ain't a tow hoe Good idea, get higher than a ridge top Walkin' might sound like a rainbow flip flop Pick up the slack then I tic my tak And I'm fresher than 'em in an organic pack Bail on these bitches, hay in my stack And I played my cards like my jack is black Measured you up, you gon' retract And you for the birds, you flappy flappy You a sappy bitch, I ain't havin' this And I got my cape call me Haderis So come down from there young Lazarus Or get fucked up by my hitcher's switch I got an itch, I got a hunch I'm on my grind and I'm on my crunch I'm coming for everyone of you motherfuckers that made fun of me everyday when I bought myself to lunch, uh Girl, one girl, one white girl from the cut This is to all my friends, and to all my chicks that think that they is stuck Well you're not stuck you is just like me in a sense All the single moms that paid that rent All them pretty ladies with money well spent To all that hustle in their own defense You a bad bitch, you a savage, nothin' lackin' Oh my God you fine you the whole damn package Takin' the world and puttin' female back in Exploding these dudes, we radioactive We slappin' no cappin' Make the beat dirty clean it up with a napkin Do it for my girls that's why y'all rappin' Haters in the back are y'all still laughin', okay I was choppin' through the game, mane Female gettin' change change I stole your bitch now I give your chick brain, damn Don't know with the gang gang You a you a lame lame I just want my baby for the money and the fame wait [?] chicken for the breasts and the thigh too Hundred dollar dash tell my ex bitch bye Tell my new chick "Hi" now my ex bitch mad And I told her trash bag get Glad not mad Pull up and I make the engine two-step Wanna challenge me, I'm like boo back Ain't another motherfucker so ruthless Two shots to the face now you're toothless You can back it up back it up make the beat beat White girl so cold on the fuckin' trap beat I be gettin' bread you some old cold deli meat Candy on the paint loud then it on a sweet treat You be on the cable make you laugh like Larry Oh lord hold up I'm puttin' in reverse Terry I'm sick call me dairy like lactose intolerant Swingin' on the green bitch call me fuckin' Bagger Vans You move to much you got ants in your pants All this rap shit fake like breast implants Go Bo go, put it in fourth gear Blow smoke on they ass and pass them queers Zoom zoom rap make room for the Carolina girl that makes boss moves That flips them dollars that stacks her chips While your girlfriend says "babe just the tip," uh I'm the man nah I'm the man Man shut the fuck up I'm dirty Dan Two colt fourty-fives hot in my hand Six rounds in the chamber I'm uncle Sam I stay in a place where no one can find me Back off the grid deep in them pine trees Run Forrest run, better run a little faster Get caught up in a field with a hash slicker slasher, bitch!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
