All right. Oh. Just the two of us. No serious mother. A. Oh, my God. Nice tires on the game. You should want to keep me brain dead flow. That's the zucchini. I live on the beach. She walked around in her bikini. Girls are like school and I cut them like seniors. I'm here to distinguish the bears from the penguins. Life is just a gap. Get some money in between the blocks like police pumps like famous. This beat getting total. Pam Keshia keen was sitting on the world thinking about a girl pistol on the side. Paint you like a mural in my pocket. Pulled out a party. Be cool for you. Get stomped and pulled out the party. How high they go? ***. I'm on my high. They grow *** looking for a bad bitch. I give a dinosaur dick big bad flu. Is it *** the police's church like a choir and a couple of old priestess elevator in my crib cause it's five floors. I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours. Vince Young suicide doors. Life's a bitch and I die for. I have the type of flow niggas don't have to like. My rhymes ambidextrous so I don't have to write. The way I'm eating niggas wish they had my appetite. Straight up out of Texas and I'm made to like apple pie. I pull forward then I hit the exit door. Take a trip to Macy's copped the whole second floor. Give me the whole smell and send the money coming out my pores. Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a mob. Boy, I made it from a flyer to the floor. Young Elvis Presley. Yes, he flyer than the stars. Dropping baby stuff in your cheeks. She kicks niggas. Got your son looking up to me like I'm six feet. Your daughter needs someone to say why not me? I'm not getting hosed down like Laila Ali. Try heat and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney. Then I pull off in the Bentley top open like a chimney. Yeah, it's no ceilings like a coliseum. Candy slab paint dripping like cannery. The way I'm leaning, I'm annoyed if I stand still. Flow harder than an anvil. Short. OK, it's got a ho. All about my bills like Buffalo, your bitch under my sheets. I heard she was an undercover. Purple got me moving slow like I'm in a snail race. Pop, pop, pop, three shots to the head. Then I pick up my shell case, leave him with a pale face. Yes, I am a young money doing your girl like a motion picture. She gonna be coming soon. I do a certain rule. I pop up like balloons. I pass off the mills, the drop off the tomb. Couple screws loose. You don't want to play with him. This is no ceilings, bitch. Roofless like a stadium. We shut down every ***ing spot. These bitches see us in. You want to sing your club? One nigga pay us then. All gray BM. I'm getting it from my baby. She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in. Don't play no games, ho. You know my name, ho. G-U-D-D-A. Propane flow.