12.5

Yea we did it Getting chicken that p diddy Thoughts theyre messing with me Still im good got my people with me Can you feel me If not we dumping till that thing get empty And when it empty Reload and shoot it booming give em plenty Repeat like a rerun bag a chick just to lay with her Mean arming jewels sitting on at least one Messing with me gonna need several of the greats World settling with weight put the metal to your face Theyre like oh boy you so gifted My reigns like shots going in while yall prolly miss it Eyes bloodshot red just like the nose off rudolf To be a rat a bad feeling like blue balls Get left in a ditch Feel bad for a prick your moms will miss ya 08 Brady frontline will hit you And some broads think im a dog like dino from the flintstones Im heavy weight you lame its like you throwing some pink on Aim on the handle blowing your face off Say the kid a savage That sick eating all my steaks raw Now heres a 8 ball Knocking all lames off Wanna get rich so like my whip game handling this thing Im straight bud with no stems just leaves Been hot and yall trash like home grown weed Im a g heating up like wigs to a hot comb Slugs burn like coke eating up the tip of your nostrils Got those yeah Im gonna sell They eating up these words like stuffed meat in a taco shell Im a buzz in the hood like don corleone Armed so its lights out send the bill to your moms And look here better keep up your guard Cause them boys in the hood dump slugs thatll tare through ya jaws Getting big chips stack them like pancakes Its a mandate a kitchen scuffle get you pan faced At the crib doing what you doing on the block Im good money like nowitzki throwing up a shot Man these girls love me got this thing in the bag Money slipping through your fingers like you flipping through a mag Goes at this thing boy hard body Aint no rugrats kid but take the lead and ima play tommy Yeah we did it Getting chicken that p diddy Thoughts theyre messing with me Still im good got my people with me Can you feel me If not we dumping till that thing get empty And when it empty Reload and shoot it booming give them plenty Hard time in the box Turn tough skinned cinder blocks Long road when you rocked Fuck them and the cops Want the big bread Ben Frank and them knots Right hand on my cock Still scream fuck them cops Getting bread like everyday was my payday Get this aint nothing new homie I been on my a game You boys straight trash must be kidding me Way im playing with metal think I played for a symphony Im the go to guy team move them pies And this coke pile here get you dumb high Im the man shouldve figured it out In this game a lot yall ass I oughta be shitting it out If you think you messing with me man why even try Cause ima do to this game what bigs did with his rhymes I move in these streets just like that crack Your main chick give her the dick as she hop in the whip man This game I been running it A shook up soda cans the only way your coke bubbling You aint moving no work bully these jerks Might take the loop in your purse the fiends go bazerk cause its worth it Wish you do the things the way I do things Its like we moving them things while yall still scrapping for loose change You aint moving no weight put 2 in his face Only way you picking it up if you lifting some weights Like dude with bomb ass weed look homie I been blowing Hand me the mic get to rocking like bon jovi Deep in this game and they say Im the man If I couldn't put out a hit be hustling nics Dimes quarters all of it soft this that good blow Aint know shit so raw leave a chick wit no nose Stuff in them bags like the shit in the trash Way im getting it off you think im sniffing it all but no Just getting my chips up And spend on this big lip chick just to get my dick sucked No sex under the sheets her hands on my meat Tell her between them legs look like a jungle to me Yea we did it Getting chicken that p diddy Thoughts theyre messing with me Still im good got my people with me Can you feel me If not we dumping till that thing get empty And when it empty Reload and shoot it booming give them plenty Hard time in the box Turn tough skinned cinder blocks Long road when you rocked Fuck them and the cops Want the big bread Ben Frank and them knots Right hand on my cock Still scream fuck them cops