Spittin her out she got too many mood swings
Money on my dresser no Ally G Husane
Spot got raided they wondering who sang
Rolly outdated so I'm onto new things
Bury me drippy I'm feeling like 2 Chains
I got a blicky I'm giving out loose change
They doubled the hate so I'm rocking two shades
Take everything I done taxed on a few stains
She want a footlong no Subway
Skirt the Tyras front the Bank finna Runway
Michael Myers with the shank aint no lil blade
Tattoos on his face don't mean he with gun play
Hittin a lick don't care if its Sunday
Run in his house n f*ck up the feng shui
Gun in her blouse don't fit in the purse
Dick in her mouth she take it with percs
You tonguing her down n buying her merch
Im running the town like no photos in church
I got a uzi but never point vert
If imma shoot its Cobain like Kurt
Im making moves you just moving on turf
She just a bird when she talk I hear chirps
She like to fake like she care about earth
But pull out some backwoods she gutting them first
Why he always mad? He looking like DoodleBob
So many licks I can't decide who to rob
I heard he pulled up rolled up n said "2 n fly"
You thought you had stain but they aint let you inside
You moving the pack like a snail, Gary
He talk like he solid he frail, Scary
You wanna play games? Fine, Dare me
"Let me drive the boat" face ass with the sperry's