Bounce out took the wrong route to your destination I know them crackers tryna label this an organization We got the work so tap in do an application Drove a car on perc tell her spin for a couple Haitians Made a move but its dirt joe dirt get a shirt go with him Put full block on full alert and gave a yoppa to him Mama I know black boy got way cause that’s my dna I’m livin A be A C die by frito lay Oh this shit ain’t permits dog breathin now he gon to waste Oh so you anemic we got treatment for them type of things I done gave lease on a cooler we call him AC Even though the stick came with a cooler in miami heat
Like I said front door we at your front door we could link and meet
I don’t do none that lean backwoods don’t bring swishers sweets I guess his mama musta fucka the road that’s why he so concrete Dis shit done got wiser I’m a year older I just move the street And ever since drop the charges claim they gon try for weed Baby this that gas this that opp this that rapper weed Call you johnny apple like the book you boyn smoke hella seeds We 7-11 block boy can’t go in there cause its cancer season Trap done closed cause we don’t for safety You see that jit with that black mask yeah he got shit for treason I throw middle fingers to my past that’s what made a nigga Jump in yo shit you thought it got towed I guess I made it nigga Everybody hand out like I owe em but who done paid a nigga Detail always with me I be smokin with my baby sitter Hit the road on that sour bitch cause she bitter bitter Everything sparked ain’t meant to snap ima expose a nigga And every nigga with me done cut off pills control their system Me OD and Baby Joe dumb dumb and dumber I was on the up and in lick fuck around and vomit Sayin my shit sound the same I ain’t gon rap delete yo comments Pull up on a nigga curb and clear the scene who done done it Shit I’m in here feelin like g herbo who run it Devin hester in 06 I’m in here waitin for you to punt it Cause I ain’t kick it with no kicker when she scissor they be runnin I be packin pistols like utensils al in middle school I was in her jaw fuck the shark I’m the delaer dude We be breakin laws in my draws while I stuff the tool Ooh we too advanced for you man they think middle school We got the plug sayin what the socket do Ball man we take trip to mars he got altitude Ain’t like the boulder on her shoulders cause I’m out with rude And now she seein me with me these blue hundreds must think ima foo