(Ooh, jonny shipes)
(This is a true Hollywood beat)
Every beat that I'm on, I'ma eat like a fat ass
You gotta be quicker than that, I'm that fast
Good dope, geeked up, filled up like a lab rat
Ar-15 fit perfect in the backpack (fah-fah)
I'm decapitating anybody hatin'
I'm a lamb in a blanket
It'll put his bitch-ass right to sleep
Feeling froggy, then leap
I shoot at the feet
How he roll his tongue like that? It's so unique (grrt)
Don't make me make this yappa grrt
V8 in the hood, when it start it go grrt
Big box the block, make the Glock go grrt, grrt-grrt-grrt-grrt
I say for breakfast I eat xannies
I clean my face with panties
I mix the wock' with candy
I'm straight out of Texas like sandy
I'm in the phantom like I'm danny
Call rozay for the remy
I take her to the telly, then I piss on a ho like kelly
Oh, yeah, she like the way I stick and move (and move)
There ain't nothin' smooth than a hoover that groove
Choppa speaking like biggie, so give me the loot
I might just catch me an opp' or two (or two)
You ain't gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo
Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe
Every-every-every time we get the drop, you know what we do
Came for the main opp', we gon' shoot at his crew
Murder block, foreign park, bay, make it five times two
Make a nigga slow row like he talkin' to screw
We the walk down-run up-hop out crew
My gun bust a kappa, we stepping like nupes
Hit his top up when I up the Glock, boy
Catch you on the block, boy
All my niggas gon' shoot
Bulletproof lambo', ridin' with the ammo
Line, no west, get fanned like a candle
Money don't come, hit ya cabanas
Stepping on toes, got me rocking cletta
Made it sim pedaling
Pounds, heroin, drink
Servin' that phd
Birds, I be selling them, serve you a pelican
Hit up my mexican, get 'em ot
Oh, yeah, she like the way I stick and move (and move)
There ain't nothin' smooth than a hoover that groove
Choppa speaking like biggie, so give me the loot
I might just catch me an opp' or two (or two)
You ain't gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo
Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe
She like the way I stick and move (and move)
There ain't nothin' smooth than a hoover that groove
Choppa speaking like biggie, so give me the loot
I might just catch me an opp' or two (or two)
You ain't gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo
Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe
