I ain't here for joking chest shots there won't stop till it's open 9double m leave a fuck boy soaking Obsessed with bread put the P in motion On knees for the gang don't stop till your choking Smoke in my lungs could of had a boy floating The rhymes just fly to my head then I note it The Samaria swings if the opps you've chosen

Back my flick shank inject it wet it, friends and bread have to keep dat separate Give talk on da net ain't here for the texting run and up how we send that message cock it lean back have to get dat leverage these hoes don't learn I think they're dyslexic bros got the bricks I ain't talking bout Tetris cold in these streets keep heat stay skeptic

Circle the block about 3,4 times not one yute there when you coming outside deep in her yeah she's loving dat ride her face twist turn when I push it inside fuck small steps mans walking in strides it's real in the streets you can't waste time Tool on my waist same size as my thigh don't act for the net you could lose your life

You could lose your life heat tucked there it's the beef we fry lean Percs mixed wid da sprite don't sit on the fence you best pick your side got told bro died like please say sike it was just last week I saw him live so I grip on my waist if you show me a sign shanks bine that we bring on the glide

On the net it's talking I beg a man act I commit Extortion embarrass your son come run me those Jordan's hide up the lo the opps be stalking trust in a bitch no way some joke ting hoe try cheat come back like know this jeet and skeet sent back to the culprit say you got lil **** then smoke it

Talk with your chest stop mumbling Tool on waist why the fuck am I scruffling push it in stomachs yh that bitch there struggling sell 4 leafs & the bread keeps Dublin bro got the broom talk shit he ain't brushing it opp thot nice so I tell her come suck on it nut on it cop a new pouch for the fun of it Jims on hand or bitch I ain't fucking it

Brown one nice got back , n she brucking it

throw it back mad ah yeah man's loving it

Fist fight where rude boy I ain't tucking it

Weed in my rizz sit back and I'm puffing it

Onto p ah man I'm chuckling

Holders stressed ah man don't fumble it

Grab a pack bruck it down ah yh man's running it