For that dough (Doe) I kill a Nigga momma like he Bambi
If my brother bitch a rat I'll do what tommy did to Angie
If my bitch tell I'll do what Tommy did to Holly
This ain't power I ain't famous but the streets still need a body
Bitch! gotta white fiend look like mitt romney
Presidential in this bitch I keep the dead ones in my pockets
Bro just bought a rocket like he nine in 2012
That Nigga dead he in a box we finna buy him off the shelves
Bitch if you ain't sucking dick what is you good for
Im serving everybody like they buying blunts inside a hood store
Good dope auntie noddin out you hear the good snore
I'm finna hit this bitch a lil more
My momma from them islands Imma Rasta
Bad bitch the way she eat the dick would think it's pasta
Told her I don't no pussy that smell like lobster
Heard yo bitch had a baby on you you just the foster
Parent
I been getting money that's apparent
Let a white bitch try to call the law im smoking Karen
In Cleveland bummy but You kno I ball just like Im Jarett (Jarett Allen)
Snow bunny sent inside of Kay's to steal some Karats (Carrots)
White bitch fucking all the guys she hate her parents
Put my tip all up in her ribs no i ain't spare em (Spare rib tips)
Fuck the bitch one time she stole my lingo like a parrot
Jawn this and jawn that bitch ain't yo ass from Kansas
Told her ion wanna fuck I just want the head
Told her ion want no lunch baby I just want the bread
She said she hungry told her come and eat the dick if you want fed
I ain't just rapping I'll leave that fucking man red (Redman)
Knock da niggas dreads off now he look like PAC
He be fucking on his fiend said she got that Fetty Wap
Pop! They hit em one time before he dropped
This ain't New York but I could make a mill of these rocks (Milly Rocks)
(I'm a felon wit a Glock nigga)
(Still keep that crack up in my sock nigga)
(Big AR it got the stock nigga)
Bitch keep saying she ride dick like BMX
Told I just want the head baby not no S-E-X
She said "say no more" like when you gamble that shit a bet
Fuck her doggystyle and beat the kitty up she need a vet
I'm only chasing you... cause I'm tryna drop this check
It's for fifty-five hundred you get three I get the rest
I ain't Maine Musik but I ride around wit TEC
(Fah fah fah) that's that nickle to his Chest
I'm boutta trade the nick for a FN
She call me beyblade cause a nigga always tryn spin
This some good dope it's looking like I'm blending up some timbs
You let that bitch control yo life like her ass playing the SIMS (Nigga)