1 What dont yall get off of my dick, I got an to do I spit a punch line now you get til 2002 I your type, get wild with a crew And get found blue, you cant be proud to be you I get love a child with a flu, you dont want to battle me The response from the be Ouuu matter if you my age or old as my pops I got for new beef that come straight out the box Its nothing to bag your bitch, have her my cock Doing laundry half folding my socks I know that I grew up with, that roll with the cops And got found beat the up, swollen with knots Brother fucking up in so I told him to stop Cause if the coach see your grades he aint holding spot I got to leave my neck and hands frozen with rocks So bitch watch when I pose on the block When my hit the top, its the rose or the drop Bring the and speeding on the road with the wop Play hot boy and get a cold winter back quarter roll hole in your top The hoe love the way I put her in a knot Blows in her spot, middle finger your block They say Im to to rhyme So niggaz me in that newest spring wear Called chalk I vanilla to the chocolate kinds So I dont show up at parades, unless its for the of dimes
2 If words could kill, Id probably average a a bar Beef I put air holes in the side of car Dro come smiley faces on the side of jar Blades put smiley on the side of your jaw Im sick of the law, gamble trips on the floor Fuck a tour, I send you on a to the floor Im like that borrow clothes, Quicker to draw, in velour a kid shoplift in the store You listened before, something hot slipped 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 pizza Teachers gave me Fs so I gave the teachers Who thought a drop outd be on the beach with toys I got four arms, two for One for fucking, my other onell you ducking
3 I know why you mad, somebody told I was hot they cover your nose I got a whole lot of shit to say You sound like me, spit it in a way You aint write no hits, nigga put your wrist Every time you see me, Im looking like its day Im athletic, I dip dive, shit for the Im the best no surprise, buts, if, or I put DNA all up in your bitches How you eating when you skinny you sick with AIDS Beating me never happen like nick parades While you inhaling bags, Im blowing out a fifth of haze Im a be around the forget the Jays No free-bes, now you gotta pay me I turn niggaz like you, baby butts And I aint DJ, but I you eighty cuts Nigga Im a grown ass man go lady luck