Son son where my son
Shawty taste like cinnamon bun
Hit you with my pistol gun
I don't want no love hun
I don't need no hun bun
Shawty give me tongue tongue
Party with some whack rum
Why you talking back son
Pussy you a bastard
Take his bitch for ransom
Told me you can't man up
The bitch said that I'm handsome
Green like I was coleslaw
Skin me that's a close call
I don't fuck with hoes I split the pussy like I'm Moses
All alone in my room yeah I'm making beats
Didn't want to rap now I am I'm reaching new feats
They say they cool with me
But I ain't cool with them
Ain't forget what they said about me and him
Yeah impaled
Ever since a youngin I been frail
Spent a couple hundred on my mother fucking bail
Black nails white girls passed out on the shelf
And I'm smoking on the pound because I'm going straight to hell
New face like a shoe lace
Cutting up a new face
I just got a call from my brother he said It's too late