Letras
Man I'm full of that patrona
Got a bitch I wanna bone her
I could rip the microphone up
I be pitching marijuana
Get the shit from California
Bitch you sleep I'm right up on ya
Make you slip into a coma
And we sitting on the corner
Lot of bitches run up on us
Get you lifted to the sauna
Never keep the package on ya
If the crackers hit the corners
Grab the book and you's a goner
Old dumb ass nigga
Maybe I should speak about these rappers
With they little local labels
And they non-sufficient budgets
And they hardly getting buzzes
Cause the jockeys hate to pump it
And the block relation of it is whack
The kid is back
These niggas really think they on my level
You's a demon I'm the devil
I'm the mountain you's a pebble
And I'm bout to use the shovel
Gotta bury you niggas
I'm a one man army I ain't scared of you niggas
Better know that I'm ahead of you niggas
Stop rapping and keep your day job
Is what you better do nigga
I'm too competitive with ya
And I said I would get ya
Spit gunna real flow keep your medical switcher
And I got this niggas can't stop shit
Unless you tipping when the cops hit
Colorado Rockies see me stunting with a rocked wrist
Fuck them other niggas looking for the straight drop
It's Tom Jizzle better handcuff your frizzle
I'm a hot boy nigga not Wayne, Juve, Jizzle, or Turk
In the streets or the church
You could get ya ass murked
If the hitman's hiding for the work
Lets talk about these rappers on the big screen
Struggling like a mug with them garbage ass sixteens
You know exactly what this shit means
War for any nigga who think he could go against me
Bitch please I turned on the TV
Niggas make me mad like a motherfucking dick tease
Blue ball haters they don't wanna see me nut
Young diamond in the rough getting money in the cut
I'm T-Town you could tell it when I strut
I want a Puerto Rican mami lot of titties lot of butt
Team Fetty baby all we got is us
Ride or die for my dog while you riding on the bus
Bicycle in the front you ain't think I seen ya
Gotta ride for your homie now you switching demeanor
Got some play play jewelry now you thinking you cleaner
Stop capping man hoes ain't yanking your wiener
And you must forgot what I'm the king of
I hear a lot of garbage in the streets so it's time to clean up
Ned bring the broom Bubba bring me the mop
I stepped on a bunch of roaches think they claiming my spot
See Tampa is the city I'm the champ for the people
I make them goons turn out your lights like TECO
House flooded with a bunch of niggas in chicos
Paid in full with an attitude like Rico
I gotta give shots to my big dog Mingo
Free him out the country give me a single
Got chips like Pringles
Got whips like Enterprise
John Lynch in this shit I'm known to injure guys
I see it in your eyes you can't fake it
Damn I hope this nigga Tom G do not make it
Blood pressure doc concern about your platelet
Feel I'm talking to you you ain't on my safe list
Oh I forgot a couple folks
I heard they had a couple jokes
Man cause they pussy promotions going up in smoke
I got the blunt PO let's have lunch pass the tea please