Front Toward Enemy

It’s gone be a funeral,

Fuck you and who you know,

If we talking numerals,

You know I’m the UNO,

These **** pitiful,

These bitches typical,

Court in the streets,

All week,

We holding clinicals,

Ring the alarm,

You ready it’s on,

It a bird it’s a plane,

Aww man,

Bitch it’s a bomb

Ring the alarm,

You ready it’s on,

I beat um as bad,

And as big as they come,

From giants to crumbs,

I was born up in the bottom,

That’s the EASTSIDE of New Orleans,

If yo hoe fly low like a pelican,

Then we’ll sting her ass like a hornet,

She spit shine a **** saddle,

Right before she jump on it,

If she keep saying she want it,

I’ll wear her ass out like new garments,

Then we skrrrr, my whip foreign,

Touring in yo city imma tourist,

Yo girl call me to wax that ass,

I got to buff it first like warren,

I be up on them tabs,

She get stuck on them zans,

Plus codeine put me in motio,

Pass that weed like an exam,

My lil Nina my main squeezer,

Her stomach plank but her ass pow,

It used to be all fun and games,

Till all the red dots on the class clowns,

Trigger looking like a piece of pussy,

I couldn’t wait to hit I’m about to wear it out,

No the trigger looking like a outfit,

Laid across the bed, I’m bout to wear it out,

Die for everything that we say we bout,

We play hide and seek,

Where the monsters sleep,

Now I got friends in the other side,

You be with Stuart little and chuckie cheese,

**** please, y’all give me the chuckles,

The fear in they hearts,

Smell better than supper,

Out here finger fucking my Nina,

Rocking the cradle, cuddle the cutter,

It’s gone be a funeral,

Fuck you and who you know,

If we talking numerals,

You know I’m the UNO,

These **** pitiful,

These bitches typical,

Court in the streets,

All week,

We holding clinicals,

Ring the alarm,

You ready it’s on,

It a bird it’s a plane,

Aww man,

Bitch it’s a bomb

Ring the alarm,

You ready it’s on,

I beat um as bad,

And as big as they come,

From giants to crumbs,

Born up in Nevada,

But I ran the streets in the flats,

**** talk shit get collard,

That’s a tight noose around necks,

I don’t move if it ain’t about checks,

Verses moving fast like crack,

Only young kings get respect,

But you got jokers all in yo deck,

I blow that light green like shrek,

If they want full court we press,

I got a trigger finger like Steph,

So in piss is how they rest,

Got a outfit for the beef,

All that pussy shit get a dress,

Imma wake um up if they sleep,

Bring that drama to yo address,

Ok, I wasn’t raised round fakes,

I keep a mug up on my face,

I’m more solid than some clay,

I keep a pump like circle k,

On my grind everyday,

Making deposits to my safe,

Caught a case they took it all,

I can never trust no bank,

They know I’m everything they they ain’t,

I been five star top rank,

I’m a legend in these streets,

Just like Shaq I run the paint,

Everybody want to be the captain,

Until they see the ship sink,

Black clothes and calicos,

Now all the choirs sing,

It’s gone be a funeral,

Fuck you and who you know,

If we talking numerals,

You know I’m the UNO,

These **** pitiful,

These bitches typical,

Court in the streets,

All week,

We holding clinicals,

Ring the alarm,

You ready it’s on,

It a bird it’s a plane,

Aww man,

Bitch it’s a bomb

Ring the alarm,

You ready it’s on,

I beat um as bad,

And as big as they come,

From giants to crumbs