What the *** you looking at, nigga? I'm still trying to find out, nigga! Hold on, hold on. Oh, we got a problem here? We got a problem here? We got a problem here? Get out of my way, nigga. Oops. Oh, no I'm not sparing no one. Oops, I've done it again. Oh, Britney? Bye, man, turn that history. You ain't coming back like Frisbee. Balls on the wing like ruby, *** are not talking. Oprah Winfrey, speak with your chest. My you don't hint me, bad man. Step on that doe with the glizzy. Oh, no I'm not sparing no one. Oops, I've done it again. Oh, Britney. Bye, man, turn that history. You ain't coming back like Frisbee. Balls on the wing like ruby, *** are not talking. Oprah Winfrey, speak with your chest. My you don't hint me, bad man. Step on that doe with the glizzy. Man, slap that. Balls two straps up like a handbag. Gang, gang, pull up on your block like Asgard. Jump out, gang, out the Astra. Hatch back, bust that. Balls keep pulling out the man bag. Told my young boy, go there, bring the whack back. Bring it, slap that. Then he snap that. They know it's all facts, we're into the rap cap. She just got the wood, now she's over the moon. So I told her I'd be back soon. Ain't trouble, less ***, cause I'm in that mood. If it's a free flop, see a turning ball, shoot. Question, question. Do you really do what you rap in the booth? Queffing, queffing. My bro's too loose, man, he ain't got screws. See, see my opp and I'm spinning it. Ripping it, drilling it, chinging it. Pawn in a gun, get rid of it. Teeth in a spinneting. Jump out, gang, and them idiots. We ain't trying to hit no civilians, I swear. We only trying to get down the affiliates. Dillijant, militant, bookie, insidious. School board ridiculous, gang, gang's winning it. Oh no, I'm not sparing no one. Oops, I done it again. No Britney, oops. One man tongue like history. You ain't coming back like Frisno, you ain't. Balls on the wing like ruby. *** and I'm talking Oprah Winfrey. Speak with your chest, my you don't hint me. Badman, step on that girl with the glizzy. I ain't talking footwear, but we got sliders. Strap on the hip, lots of cowboy riders. Spintin' spins like four-door tires. I ain't talking jobs when a man get fired. You got no beat, your rap is expired. You got all the drip, but where you residing? Chippin' the whiz with your friend, combining. Lil' bro tryna blow, man, tell him it's timing. Y'all want skin out, skin out. Want seedong, seedong like good pussy, y'all forget things. I swear that's a upcome. Toe full stop, better run when I rev that engine. This life I live is all hectic. Swing this chinger, tryna make him accept it. Ride on strips and I find those kids. Double tap that bunk like no big. Raise hell like Slim Jim did. He cam the car and I bet they sprint. I'm back where the band get left in the mist. Up block creeping, watch kids get shifted. Creft that right while chef that left-hand pray gets put in my spliff. ***, pop this door in sync. You're pissed when you try sprint, don't trip. Oh no, I'm not sparing no one. Oops, I done it again, no Britney. One man tongue like history. You ain't coming back like Frisbee. Rolls on a wing like rubbery. *** and I'm talking Oprah Winfrey. Speak with your chest, my you don't hint me. Badman step on the hoe with the glizzy. Oh no, I'm not sparing no one. Oops, I done it again, no Britney. One man tongue like history. You ain't coming back like Frisbee. Rolls on a wing like rubbery. *** and I'm talking Oprah Winfrey. Speak with your chest, my you don't hint me. Badman step on the hoe with the glizzy.