Mada Apéritif

G R E to the Y yeah S A L and to the I Got that V wit the A 804 til the grave Got them fingers all on my plate Lickin it yum lovin the taste Imma pack up the extremities I never let ya Rest In Peace Never see, anyone Make it out from under me I bury thee, underneath All the Belladonna leaves Celery wit the wing You were just aperitif Sprinkle little flesh inside a bag of my Doritos Bottom of the bottle find the worm inside my ego Facing Dutches on the busses stepping thru all of the fecal Look inside ya fuckin eyes and I don't see nothing but fetal You baby ass bitch steadily wollow in all of yo caca Su casa mi casa soy tu padre Grey is yo papa Yo father I spank yo lil mama Then put you in collar, the trunk of my Honda I'm rippin through this pack 187 in the back Steady rollin the potent And flicking the ashes on my lap Only smokin if it gas If it's reggie imma pass We got the pounds by the plenty I'm feeling deady where I'm at? Where tha bread? Gimme dat Got 2 shawtys in my lap She asked if she could hit my blunt I turned and I said fuck that Step back 99 about to snap Wrapping my fingers around the katana I don't need no fucking skrap Ticky tocky on the clock Bitch u better kick rocks Sick of the phony mothafuckas Tell em hop off my cock Finna makin the bodies drops Like 1920 stocks Keep the switch blade Folded and tucked away up in my sock Bitch it's been two years and u still in the same place How you make the same mistakes and expect it to go away Coming and spitting some game for these motherfuckin lames I'm fucked in the brain bitch we ain't the same