Turpentine

Ch-ch Chyeah, uh Where we at? Bo Jack Let's get it Uh This that bricktionary slingo (yeah) I mix and mingle with my gringo (ayy) Was just me and my dog, his name was Bingo (let's get it) B-I-N-G-O, three five extendo roll (grr) Fancy footwork, was tappin' on it with my tippy-toes Really she's a ballerina, boy met world after Topanga Told me she loves dirty dancing We did the Macarena Whipped her back in shape so quick You would've thought she had a trainer (skrrt, skrrt) All I needed was a Pyrex pot, a beaker, and a strainer Look both ways before you think of crossin' me, it's dangerous Manger on McNichols My defense attorney on retainer (mafia) Why are they searchin' far and wide, lookin' for the perpetrator? He was just workin' my line Now today, we perfect strangers (blockworks) First come, first served, first in line (yeah) Servin' birds of the shine Cleaner than some turpentine (brra) Off of North and 39 Way before the kid was signed (uh-huh) I had the best hand Had the royal flush, four of a kind, what else? Hard times out here, that's where we at Hard times got a nigga in all black Who run the streets first I'm goin' Jack for that silver pack, where it's at Wolfgang Grill with Jibril in that 850 Brick of bull dagger Juggin' seals out in Bay City Fuck chimin' in, Bo Jackson got that straight drizzy Clucks dialin' in, phone tapped, line stay busy Four phones ringin' in the council, I'm a real gritter Prices cut in half on them blues like a pill splitter Servin' Dorothy, Toto got her heels clickin' Name ringin' bells Ain't no such thing as self-proclaimed real niggas Fallen on hard times All fucked up Take us off the street, ain't that right, papi Right Yeah, I will be phonin' home Talkin' all mixy 'bout them raw brickies (damn) Ever since I lost my dog Trixie, shit be crawfishy (cuz) With that pixie dust, Serve you with even hands Seven grams'll get you in the game, just bring me a band Duckin' Captain Hook and the Pirates of the Caribbean (uh) Feds tryna send me to Neverland on the Peter Pan (my dad) What we have been seein' on this private jet I'ma need a xan (a barbie doll) Sleep before we take off, just wakin' up after we land All money, no valve of lean, I buy Celine them yams This VLONE tee, the only time you gon' see me with friends Helicopter sound like propeller when I swing this chopper (brr) Clean a nigga clock, don't know if he an opp, or he's a fan (brr) A1 yola, Faygo cola, game time, MVP, the fam (brra) Sellin' coke, but at the same time Was buildin' me a brand Times done got so hard, need a new line on them kilograms (locked) Been fucked up since El Chapo been locked up They need to free that man