Pussy worried bout my views nigga ain't your homie dead
Argue for a parking spot and they open up he head
Dare a nigga play with my top we gone put shit straight to bed
I just jump out chase a opp down and I stand all on he head
Flizzy breezing shit foreal them boys ain't never catch no body
They gone make up fifty stories I don't talk about no bodies
Call me Flizzy Zop el chapo make a call and squash your squady
My shooter go dumb off a weed he don't need no percs or Molly
He don't need no line of coke
Hit a mission then come home wash my hands with Clorox not soap
Pop out chop stick do do do do send a nigga home
Nigga I don't need no crew I pop out do that shit alone
Pop out hear a rraa rraa burn your face like boric acid
I don't ramp with semi guns all my choppas shooting rapid
Everytime I drop a tape that shit like I drop a casket
I could stretch from here to there call me Flizzy Zop fantastic
Pull that chop up just like boof nigga this shit ain't no magic
Turn your dumb ass Danny phantom
When I up my g lock I gone squeeze until the f*cking mag done
Talking on my g a n g you got the right and the wrong one
I don't like no compact gun I gone always bring the long one
This a krisvec holding forty walk up and f*ck up the party
Please don't pop up on my land cause I gone cook you like pastrami
I just tax a nigga soul you could call me uncle Sammy
I will open up your head like if you acting wacky
Pussy worried bout my views nigga ain't your homie dead
Argue for a parking spot and they open up he head
Dare a nigga play with my top we gone put shit straight to bed
I just jump out chase a opp down and I stand all on he head
Pussy worried bout my views nigga ain't your homie dead
Argue for a parking spot and they open up he head
Dare a nigga play with my top we gone put shit straight to bed
I just jump out chase a opp down and I stand all on he head