(Jesus) Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
Froze over, when you thought you hold Yoda flows older than the first sold cold soda Grow more for my bros rojo soldiers Them cincos are at it again, doja I am like Mike, back in the day My rhyming's iron height, flight Try and bite, like a in a candy apple A and a jammy tackle By a neighbor the family shackles Laboring a man gaffled I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on rich lawn I was up Muslim and Christian I been studying (Chea!) That's not a so I place this John In your palm Give her beautiful to kiss on 'Till I one to her lip balm (Chea!) I've rhyming since Reagan in politics Polished it then got a big wallet all of my dollars sit To the wall is split, then I gotta the casa, your god exists 'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper hot as shit"
They say I'm the best at I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I they all gum bumpin' So I tell all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on
Yeah, I guess I'm supposed to come with that flow Woo! I guess I'm supposed to come that gas flow But no, I'mma just spit it, I'mma get it you would tell me what I should do I don't know, hit the Uh, yeah, feel like I been here Maybe I have but I fuck with it Hit 'em with a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck it on lyrical ability Everybody in my vicinity blowing they mind Kennedy I got no for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy I'm like what's good, been Tell me what's on your mind, rewind shit My is beyond this shit I put that on everything, I'm just being honest, So what's up, up Tech I'm sorry for the hold up but I on the road Should had this verse to your ass a long time ago When I put on everything, I ain't had a minute to myself But I been living like I finna see tomorrow I ain't focused on no I been living good, I been fine Pass the Sriracha, I put that shit on all of Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist's That's been confined in walls for some time
say I'm the best at what I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 I think they all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on
Sriracha, the popper We gotcha, haters jock us These choppers the knockers then blocker Disintegrating every eager to off ya You can bet we doin' it proper When I put the bullets in a fully a hoodie nobody gonna stop us, nobody gon' top us We 'em with no option, leave 'em with no conscience Leave 'em with no oxygen, leave 'em no problem And though I could see what they watchin' TV with a DVD, I can When I see street shockin' Easy if it need be then I eat beats And I'm Eazy-E, I eat like I'm EBT shopping Credit Card Max, bend the back Fuck hoe, get brain and all that Run in house and bring your whore back Sever your and dead the doormat Who got the keys to the rented Can't catch me, I'm the man in all I a nice chap since Catman on crack Fuck that, I nice way before that Can't that, you can try though But you gon' end up next to I'm pen that wrote the Bible I'm on your skin vitiligo Sing for the moment, I hit the high please let Elton John know Tell the I'm Hect Camacho With a Catholic and the Pentecostal Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, gettidy get in the With a patch, jump in the middle of the track None of niggas can act so y'all niggas are packed Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the Give me moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car I can do better than yours, I can be ready to I can be shattered and all, want to be hard Better be for war, tell me who ready for more
They say I'm the at what I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think they all gum So I tell them all to put on somethin' Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything