See me in the spot knowing shit get hot Got beef but we ain't cookin' in a pot
My niggas gon' step tell em' shake the spot
Dead bodies last thing he saw was the
Dot
Meatballs fallin' holes in your body
No Santana but we know that shit get saucy
Red everywhere no origami
All my opps dead ain't no one comin' for
Me
Cook it up boil it like some lobster
Red everywhere shit get messyPasta
Time tickin call the Oscar
Drama queen bitches they ain't make the roster
I don't do the fake shit but you hoes my image
Come against me it's gon' take a village
Can't take the crown it's my right and privilege
Only death awaits coming for the children
Hold up I saw his print though
He ain't packin' I need a Nintendo
Don't need a marker I ain't talkin' Expo You niggas hoes
Don't be shocked
When I say f*ck your respect though
I'm sick of bitches
Oh wait who next though
Early college such a bore What you gon' do hitters at your door
Hoes ain't on shit we pour What you gon' do we gon' up the score
Middle schoola after this you don't get any cooler
I'm the best I didn't need a recruiter
You play ball we've got a shooter
I ain't talkin' sports when I say
I got me a shooter
Coleman one last message
F*ck your principal and that's to teach a
Lesson
Uh don't post shit ain't never liked a broke bitch
A milli alone ain't never had to coach shit
Call Rihanna when I say pose bitch
Middle schoola
Mmmmm
Coleman TL O'Bannon
F*ck em all that's business I'm standing Coleman TL O'Bannon
F*ck em all that's business I'm standing
Mwah no f*cks given