I'm every but gossip, my weeblization be thug My music be all in the an' my fo' 15's be sub An' my drums an' my brake pads on my car be My oldest an' my youngest son always
Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage, Dumpin' on ass, fake ass plastic faggots Grindin', dippin' an' divin' on fine, Rhymin', in the 'Lab like
Winchester an' a trey Sylvester Catch a, bitcha, out there, wet'cha sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams Digital scale, eggs an' hams
Yams, candy yams, spam, my cheese, peanut butter an' jam Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my Vanish, talkin' in codes like we different planets
Ay, what y'all players to? What y'all bumpin', The slap What they in the trackin'? What all my black listenin' to? The slap
about my [Incomprehensible]players an' West coast cats? What they listenin' to? The An' I know my down South, Midwest an' coast folks Is with the slap
I've got white for sale An' I mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale 2 way goin' off, like a high school A hundred it cost me for my faulty chip sale
Around the corner from Starbucks coffee, to my gal My frontin' lil' broad up out of Tacoma, askin' for some Like I'm some type of trick, really musty bitch Get silly, get smacked silly
Musty mouth bitch, get smacked Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really Herbal deal, chill pill, scrill deal 'til Phil, heal skill
Grindin', grittin' an' grindin', lurkin', An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' Durban work it Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an' E brand burpin', [Incomprehensible]
Chickens an' birdies a chef to serve it Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the for Ravi Milkin' the block for a pregnant bitch's titties
Ay, what y'all grindin' to? What bumpin', man? The slap they lackin' in the trackin'? What all my black niggas to? The slap
What about my [Incomprehensible] an' West coast cats? they listenin' to? The slap An' I know my down South, Midwest an' coast folks Is with the slap
Talk my way out of anythin', got my off in everythin' If my money got funny I'd pawn my Walter Potter ring If I was to pass away a self-inflicted wound to the melon Just remember, y'all, I had the of car salesman
Whomp, beat of a gorilla, peel a cap to the tender fat Put out a contract, bring you your hats Hypothetically speakin', not any soon Fly fittest, finest player Daniel Boone, boom, boom,
Creepin', fly through your living room While sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin' Chicken is but we was supposed to done had a meetin' fakin' in whom I trust Standin' outside of the club schemin',
an' plannin' yammin', Yes, Sir an', Yes, Maam'in Double agent, playin' a '50s cannon, new shoe You even cool, fool, dude, you a trick Take it from the Water Man, big stick
Ay, what y'all grindin' to? What y'all bumpin', The slap What they lackin' in the What all my black listenin' to? The slap
What my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast cats? What they to? The slap An' I know my down South, Midwest an' coast folks Is fuckin' the slap
The beat keeps knockin' my rear view mirror The keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror The beat knockin' down my rear view mirror The beat knockin' down my rear view mirror
The keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror The beat keeps knockin' my rear view mirror The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view The