Letras
Is that Jeazzy, with Sunttu?
Oh, that's lethal
Sunttu got that flavor
I'm no Hugh Hefner, I don't Playboy (nah)
Ain't no kids up on the block, but they spray toys
Talkin' drillin' killin' felons, ye-ain't made for it
Talkin' drillin' through your melon, they get paid for it wait for it
I got the the sauce, I got the the cheese
I'm lookin' like a pizza now she toppin' my piece (my piece)
Her neice on her knees and she beggin' me please
But she cannot feast it until she 18
Sheesh, I'm a savage
I got 21 strings of the cabbage (of the cabbage)
Yeah I roll to maintain it's a habit (it's a habit)
Yeah the rollie plain Jane kept it average (I'm a average nigga)
You ain't really built to be about all that shit
They shootin' without lookin' like this shit battleship
He shippin' a grip (what?) They shoppin' our shit
I made the trap a booth and now I'm droppin' straight hits, some bitch
Shit, hey (hey man)
What? (Drop that, oh)
(It's goin' down) got me fucked up right now
'Bouta lay it on'em
We commit fraud like the IRS
'Cause when the trappin' got hard you ain't hire us
Yeah my flow gold, got the midas touch
And my bro growin' OG fire kush
Ball like Chris Paul (ball like Chris Paul)
Cop it all now they pissed off (cop it all now they pissed off)
I'm in the trap no jigsaw (trap no jigsaw)
I'm fiendin' Act kickin' withdrawals
Tryna quit the script raw, an addict like I'm Rick Ross
That cappin' get you picked off
Them flippin' snitchin' bitches be the type to make my skin crawl
Been crawled right up out the trenches (sheesh)
I'm playin' in the game you in the benches (goddamn, tho)
X pills got it from my ex's (whoo)
I fuck a ho Alexis straight from Texas (Texas, get-get-get)
Breakin' shit bitch I been wreckless (break it, break it)
I'm breakin' shit like bitch I been excess
Check this, bank so fat (yeah)
I gave it lipo (yeah)
I'm pipin' her back and it ain't a typo
His wifey type bad so I hit it times four
The rhymin' go mad 'cause I'm kinda psycho
Shit, yeah, yeah
I'm passin' lines, lines, lines
Of Calvin Klein, Klein, Klein
Of Calvin Klein, Calvin Klein (finna need the fire department for this one)
Yeah, your bars make me sleep you the sandman (huh)
I got them bars in for the cheap up out the Xan man (shit)
Playin' games around the deal and then its hangman (goddamn, man)
Got some clout from how I'm feelin' with no dam plan damn fam
I'm sippin' up the script until I'm coughin' in a coffin
My walkin' always drippin' now she drippin' like a dolphin (yeah)
I'm way up where we stay up like my name is Mary Poppins
It's like I'm in the kitchen whippin' chicken when shit poppin'
LSD right when I please lil' bitch I cop often
Finessin' seven g's of weed I schemed right off him
The plug all like how much you need? G all of 'em
I hit a bowl in one of weed, we golfin'
We trapped so we broke the lease
I'm whacked off the ketamine we smacked off 'em seven G's, gone off 'em
I'm back flippin' the track, grippin' the cut while they tuckin' the mac
Seen 'em strap up so we brought the piece
No offerin'
I'm sick of fuckin' pigs yo, I got swine flu
I heard that she yo bitch bro, but she mine too
I'm doin' three lines so, that's a Haiku
I'm doin' three lines yo, that's a Haiku
Type true time to elevate the bank
I'm rollin' with a woodie like my name is Tom Hanks
This rappin' my redemption, shawshank
When police askin' questions, I draw a blank
My element is sentimental gentle with my rhyme use
Snitchin' that be detrimental tell and then I'll find you
Rappers sweet like diabetes diagnosin' type two
I'm flippin' knowledge into music liftin' up your IQ
Stickin' the blick, blocka bow
Reppin' the clique, block and town
Flippin' a grip fuckin' yo bitch
Ballin' with it mama proud
All of my people be reppin' the product and flippin' the shit on they own
You lookin' for the work then I'm pullin' it outta my phone
I'm checkin' the new competition, the fuck goin' on?
They copy the people they listen, not spittin' from the dome
These rappers ain't nothin' but clones, out thinkin' they flyer than drones
It's like I'm ET 'cause I'm sending phonies home