The kid got confetti in the balls lightning in a bottle Type gleam in the third like bling

She ain't fucking wit chu that's a swerve my king New rules we ain't boxing up the furs come spring I prefer (cough cough) the herb green plus

All the dollar bills looking like it's pride month Grams crumble in the hands like pie crust

The cut show up over night like eye crust

They cried when vision lost his stone

I teared up when Uzi lost his gem cut

You rappers suck I hope your momma got a beer gut You never shift in my position like the gear stuck This rare slut you think you trying get bigger like fair butts I'm feeling like high school fresh hair cut

Fuck you fuck you yeah and what

Make these **** get in line AND1

We light up you know it's danger like flare Guns Fuck you fuck you yeah and what

Saucy steppin' in teen wolf in the varsity

Steppenwolf Born To Be Wild in the bar speakers Hoes' olfactory's triggered I'm the man

Like a livin' Polo Factory mannequin ****

Pardon whiffs of the puss like persimmon

Pie on the sill infidels curse to the sky

It's rain when I piss off ants in a pile

I'm Zangeif arms when I prance at the powwow Once again saucy point with his lips to the squaws The body language British got it sittin' in the water Record go Guiness in the niches no friction

Scratchin' all my itches duuuunnnn duun duuuunnnn duun Her jaws in the britches

For some this reward for me it's all too convincing I'm mentioned in the halls from the boroughs to the wards Known to keep it thorough like no chorus from the legend

Let me get stoned

Let down my hair

Rest my soul

While I'm here

Let me grow old

Let down my hair

Rest my soul

'Fo I'm dead