1 What yall get off of my dick, I got an album to do I spit a punch line now you wont get til I know your type, get wild with a And get found blue, you cant be proud to be you I get love like a with a flu, you dont want to battle me The response from the be Ouuu Dont if you my age or old as my pops I got something for new beef that come out the box Its to bag your bitch, have her holding my cock Doing laundry naked folding my socks I know niggaz that I grew up with, roll with the cops And got found beat the fuck up, swollen knots Brother up in school so I told him to stop Cause if the coach see your grades he aint your spot I got plans to leave my neck and hands frozen rocks So every bitch watch when I on the block When my flow hit the top, its the rose or the the weed and speeding on the road with the wop Play hot boy and get a cold winter Come back quarter roll hole in top The hoe love the way I put her toes in a in her spot, middle finger rows your block They say Im to smart to So niggaz me in that newest spring wear Called chalk I love vanilla to the chocolate So I dont show up at parades, unless its for the march of
2 If could kill, Id probably average a body a bar Beef I put air holes in the side of car Dro come smiley faces on the side of jar Blades put smiley faces on the of your jaw Im sick of the law, throw trips on the floor a tour, I send you on a trip to the floor Im like that borrow clothes, to draw, dipped in velour Since a kid shoplift in the You shouldve listened before, something hot in the door Banks, hard dicking your whore Im too much for one borough, yall can all get a of Lloyd Beefll show up on your porch like boys Teachers gave me Fs so I the teachers noise Who ever thought a outd be on the beach with toys I got arms, two for fighting One for fucking, my other onell you ducking
3 I why you mad, somebody told I was hot didnt they Well cover your nose I got a whole lot of to say You like me, spit it in a different way You aint write no hits, nigga put wrist away Every time you see me, Im looking like its day Im athletic, I dip dive, shit for the Im the no surprise, buts, if, or mays I put DNA all up in bitches braids How you eating when you skinny like you sick AIDS Beating me will never happen like nick While you inhaling nickel bags, Im blowing out a of haze Im a be around the forget the Jays No free-bes, now you pay me bucks I turn niggaz you, into baby butts And I aint DJ, but I you eighty cuts Nigga Im a grown ass man go lady luck