[Lil Pio]
Hey muh f*ckas
Haha yea im so high rightnow
Them n*ggas on that stage were they get jealose of the pizzy
They is jelly
Once said and one told nuff said that n*gga ice cold
Real n*gga real b*tches fake ass n*gga who knows what its is
Got the upgrade in my attention
n*ggas still hatin on me so i give them somthin to hate
No im the muh f*ckin champ
Im glidin through the air
Ima cut through the wind
Im gonna be like a seaturtle in the f*cking water
He flappin that flipper
Just like jack ripper
Aww damn I can feel the brees everywhere
Even in my hair
Glidin in the air muh f*ckas
I got big pio the one who created the one and only pizzy
Got that jet set and ready we got the call
n*gga now we juss ball
[Jason D. Morris/PioZon]
It’s the air glider, rocking 22’s from 90’s
Astro flow got a motherf*cka icy
Most played man on Jet Set Radio
You don’t want to match my grind ratio
I’m a zero; stuck in a half pipe habitat
A mix between a paraglider and an acrobat
Plan B is my element; don’t test sh*t
This birdhouse is mad, you don’t wanna commit
Big Pio going mad, home is an Alien Workshop
The blind can shove it to the pop with a quick stop
Rap’s Bob Burnquist stays steady providing
Air out the dust, me and my boy stay steady gliding
[Kevin Fernald/Algernon]
Gliding on it cold on my ice flow
Riding on it smooth like an ice floe
You ain’t got no light homie you don’t glow
A yes man brain because you don’t know
Tell me about your grind is it choppy sh*t
Style is arrested you ain’t copping sh*t
My lines are unbeatable so f*ck your blitz
I’m getting all this cheddar you ain’t on a Ritz
Sliding on the track like an icy train
Bars smooth like ice you’re against the grain
Chain getting heavy from that icy bling
Such a lame you couldn’t glide with 1000 wings