My b*tches say I be crushin em, I say I be killin em
Them n*ggas mad I ain't trustin em, them n*ggas be acting to feminine
My girl fat, hair done her back that her ass look like a Caribbean
That cat be so wet, that my di*k feel like an Amphibian
Go ape sh*t with the banana clip on my momma n*gga Im gorillin em
And the drum and the simple handgun look just like a damn cinnabun
You want war then n*gga come get you some, them bullets my n*ggas be drillin em
If you known for havin them drugs then here I come I am cinna mon
My new old b*tch named Maryan, that b*tch gotta son his name Darien
Darien got so much water that n*gga room look like an aquarium
I told Maryan that Im bagging him, she better keep quite librarian
Them irons you'll think that I married em, cuz I never leave home without carrying em
And blood keep him a pump and n*ggas already know
And I call my trap the bluff, Im the brand new Curtis Snow
? pulled a big pole, that .44 will knock off your nose
Damn right your b*tch done chose
Probably my clothes or this bankroll
And these lames dont really bumpski, bag his ass rest in peace humpty dumpty
And I been smokin so much ganja, its like rest in peace to my lungses
And I fell in love with silencers, cuz every shot it go pew
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Get them racks up or imma act up cuz this b*tch I gotta go boom
And this b*tch a certified gunka the way she suck it call her vacuum
If I got any situations hit Mac Dre cuz shawty kill em
Your shawty in love with this 40 cuz my Sonny out like a pilgrim
Cuz I smoke like Im a Jamaican, got big guns like a Haitian
Got meds like Im Caucasian, got goop like Im from Blue Haven
[?] your kidneys in, make your whole goddamn center melt
Pour nuggets across his muffin, now his brain look like a cinnamelt
If Lincoln a leave him stinkin, now his ass smell like a tuna melt
Dump his mother in the river, just like a [?] how them damn tuna felt
This 30 will make a n*gga sh*t himself, if he got beef with my n*ggas he better kill himself
All I do is smoke weed I dont do nothing else, my father said "Son, you something else"
"Everytime you walk in you got designer belts" Im sorry bob I can't help myself
I will f*ck your block up, with the Glock up, leave you shot up
And them eat some pasta with [?] imposters
Your b*tch said Im lookin like bag, I said your n*gga look like 1 dollar
Keep a 9 like a million dollar, turn a rapping n*gga into a fossil
My choppa go boom-shaka-laka, aye Flock you sick get a doctor
On your ass like Im Mr. Crocker, baking cake like Im Betty Crocker
No limit like Silk the Shocker, when it come to squezzin this choppa
Imma cool ass young wild n*gga now all the old heads they look up to me
Im plottin on every dealer,so now all the plugs dont f*ck with me
They be like aye Flock why you skunkin me, thats your fault you shouldn't be trustin me
All the wild n*ggas thats on the hunt with me
Gone be the same wild n*ggas thats gone stunt with me
My eyes too red I need some eye drops, 9 to his chest now a n*gga heart stop
[?] now that n*gga lookin like a cyclopes
Lil Chris pull up in that Audi, shoot up sh*t then we outtie
Dont worry about if we bought it,should be worried bought gettin bodied
I could never sweat no b*tch cuz a n*gga dont pop no mollies
My guns be fully equipped cuz too many n*ggas plannin to rob me
I swear this pump gone rip n*ggas thats why im in love with my shotty
n*ggas say they bumpin my sh*t so get ready for Trilluminati