Letras
You ain't put me in your top, you got a weak list
Head tap them hit him in his locks, he need a re-twist
Lil' Caesars, he in that box, just like a deep dish
Unk old as hell, still syrup sippin' like he three-six
You can keep the nice hoe I need a mean bitch
She be poppin' fake perks, she on some fiend shit
She got a good head on her shoulders, she on the dean's list
I ain't talkin' bout no busches, we makin' bean trips
Lost my gun, get to stabbin' shit just like it's Scream six
Cut the dope like a DJ, this not a remix
Shrooms got me flyin' in the air, I'm on my Sting shit
Cooked some dope up in the science lab and saw some green mist
Man, that pussy ain't shit, it's on the C-list
Bro, caught two bodies last night, changed into three fits
That's a Ray Charles pack, you never seen this
I just hit your pint of Quagen, drinkin' green Trish
They been hating on the low for so long, they start to let it show
Fuck tryin' to make these people happy, I'ma let you know
I'ma take the officer to court, I hope he never show
Rest in peace Tank, bro, we used to sell oregano
I'ma pop up out the underground just like a mushroom
You don't even listen to my shit, I can't trust you
What's the move? I'ma tell the troops that they should come through
Me and Trick Flair, we go back to the lunchroom
I need a bag so big I put it on your head and it'll crush you
Try to put a knife inside my back and then it's fuck you
I pull it out and stab him in the neck, you outta luck, dude
Look like Twisted Metal when you see them choppers out the sun roof
You get smoked like a salmon, all the new shit been whammin
Why the fuck you think I got a Glock? It's never jammin
If my name on the case, I won't never know what happened
Feds pull a bag of chips out and rats get to tellin