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Ay, ay, ay, ay
Get whacked if the cops come to murder Sosa
Big MAC, Glock drum burner loader
Get back, pop one turnin' over
Kick back from the shotgun, hurt my shoulder
Tangerine these spring stones, Water Fiji bling on
Lamborghini dream on, Tavernity jeans on
My haters mad I'm catching touchdown duffles
B.B. belt bustdown buckle, ah!
Waist belt, gun round muzzle, ah!
Your face melt, buck 'round muzzle ah!
Straight 12, one pound double, uh!
Straight shells, drum round puddles, uh!
(Ooh!) Up when it's up bitch, like I give a fuck, bitch
Skitzo little fucker, smoking doja halitosis
Throwing roaches out the window for the globe shift
Corpse just rottin', bitches think I got cirrhosis (whoa)
Chop 'em up then I chop it up (chop it up)
Burn a slab of tar like a hockey puck (huh)
Got a new chainsaw, and I'm walkin' up (walkin' up)
Feeling bad for the stupid ass that's gotta mop it up (huh)
Lil' busta (yuh), young slasher
Natural disaster, ghetto spell caster (huh)
Hell has a shell blaster (huh)
Faygo in my cup, bitch, I don't fuck with Shasta (nah)
Yeah! Ricky!
Yeah, I only fuck bad bitches
Drug abusin' sad bitches
Stripper whores and actresses, on they backs on my mattresses
I'ma black on this bitch (yeah)
She keep coming back, she a masochist
Chevy with the spokes poking out like cactuses (pyong!)
Picking up packages
Your town dry, you can't get no more
My town flooded like the reservoir
Fill up like a revel lore
I know death's what I'm headed for