Yeah man,
I'm sippin' and smokin' and blowin' and dopin'
Chokin' I'm cryin' and finna get in smokin' and dreamin'
And all the things again,
eatin' the sugar,
outlistin'
Soft-tell, sell by homies and cook junkies
I'm so high,
let me kick a verse in this high,
they sell me
Space between my block and the right seat
Tracking the mark for a shot about two miles
So what,
best make guess at it,
get these asses,
you never hide
Speed on the murder,
they's followin' me as they used to be
Kid I began a few devil *,
eat my little head and evil in hands
For now I handle pistol grip,
always gotta watch your back
Not the way some baddest thing you like your bitch,
got that strange feelin'
Why motherfucker this mean,
I'm the newest,
I'm bustin' home on a whip
Own your ways,
flesh it from a loutin' and take your cash
Turn into wets and lay in the ground in a mountain
* this *, I wanna see them dead
From my chromatic,
bleedin' the dead,
beam smack,
right in the motherfuckin' head
Creepin' the first and we'll lighten
these orders and be the scary maniac
Saturday news,
paper bout it,
*,
ain't you read that line?
All the honda creepin' to the backyard,
sonny will die, you can shut your mouth
But I can feel some bitch afraid of mine,
knock,
knock,
nobody will open the door
8-9-10-0
Bitch
I'm a murderer,
they's followin' me as they used to be Kid I began a few devil *,
eat my little head and evil in hands For now I handle pistol grip,
always gotta watch your back Not the way
some baddest thing you like your bitch,
got that strange feelin' Why motherfucker this mean,
I'm the newest,
I'm bustin' home on a whip Own your ways,
flesh it from a loutin' and take your cash Turn
into wets and lay in the ground in a mountain