[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Welcome to the Compton Zoo, ridin' on a chocolate moose Camoflage Hummer gang, interior by Dr. Seuss Gold dust, gold chain you knew I had to rock the noose Just a nigga anyway, Emmett Till semi spray But I pack a right hook only Robin Givens knew Knock him out, paramedics had to use the Pikachu Who invited sharks to the neighborhood swimming pool? Sellin' streebo out of Deebo's pigeon coup- Deville, "Ooh he ill" is what the bitches say That'll put your dick away, bullets tend to ricochet Padlocks say Shawn Kemp had a flat top Trynna sell this Richard Pryor autographed magic box I might trade for a harpoon or a sasquatch A two-tone do-rag or a Matlock DVD, flip hoes no TLC Sell PCP to minors Sherm by the boatload, perm from the soul glow Closest that I ever been to church was the pollo No one out there can fuck with me Prodigy
[Verse 2] I wrote this verse on my way to church Rifle and the autographed Bible in the backseat Life is like a track meet: When you hear them shots better run nigga Cause I got that motherfucking gun nigga Drug-dealer, crime rates run in the family Juvenile felon so I'll never go the Grammy's Who cares? Rather drive drunk bumpin' some Brandy Going hard in the paint like I'm Olowokandi Say, "Hi" to the big black forty when it click-clack Push a nigga's wig back, pray for his family Catch his mom slippin' turn him to Bambi Prolly slam it like Camby, cocaine flow Hoes propane blow, Peggy Hill All my weapons kill come and test it nigga
[Speaking Interlude] By the way, mixtape December 30th...you're welcome
[Verse 3] I'm that shit Frankie Lymon was stuffing up his arms Firearms snuck in the luggage just for the fuck of it I'm who would be runnin' shit if Jason took a day off Cruisin' with that Tommy Gun, rip a nigga's face off Vanilla Sky, got 'em high, Glock named Paula Sit inside of my tinted ride I squeeze it she be moanin' Kelly Slater trynna rock the top, sharks start swarmin' Now you stuck in deep water with a smooth barracuda Custom Bape, German Lugers levitate, meet your maker Masturbate, let 'em mace ya Bitch so she can grade in greatness, Sick cum Guard-dog swag, but never bit none Your bitch cunt, ask her where she got that shit fromTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
