I'd be feeling like fuck cop
Let him get the buck shot
Dollar dollar bill I'm show you where the bucks die
Hit him with the count pal be going nuts now
Used to get the wrong round shorty's gonna fuck now
Baby I'm back again ain't anybody in love
Beating on my chest like a fucking gorilla
Grew up on A Tribe Called Quest J Dilla
But the Mac told me how to swing donuts for real
I'm just a product of my mother fucking violent
So growing up all I wanted was a cougar wife
Cougar wife I spit a couple freestyles
Turn my life around 80 cats
People thought they won't bite me now
But what's surprising about it not a motherfucking thing I guess
So I got to do mine I put in all of this time the first
Sun turned water to wine not lying boy
I'm not even trying to pop off spinach going out of his mind
He's catch chicken and they bout to get fried
Sitting in the cloud in the sky
Looking like a fucking crash course on how to get fly
On a bay bridge headed to the rowdy aside
Where the bay says don't be sniffing powdery lines
To smoke rock cocaine straight from Rondo Craig
But we sing a Webby song off a round of dragon with that
I'm a fucking babe boy all I do is make noise mom fucker with that
Have the sauce day one I ain't talking a one little mama what's up
We suing all pills going through we in the hills mom fucker with that
Now I'm all around the map with the bail my back look
I just bought a glock just to shoot at the cops paw paw paw
Turn a pig to a fucking pork chop what's next?
Ain't playing with these cats no mo I get the murder
In the beat that's what the casket folk I got a feeling in
My gut that the cash is closed I hear them switching up
They tune trying master note and the snakes out there
So the grass can moat I ain't tripping that's exactly
What I'm asking for
I told him go ahead and bank on me
Rapper something that they gassed up really got
The tank on me if you feel and brag on play about me sweetie sugar
Ice tea what it ain't going to be okay
Headed back to the mission
Sliding on the bridge I've been back to my mission
Are we ever wondering what's the slap in the whip 500 on a
Car and a rack in the system, I'm actually different the facts in
The printer back to the wall to my ass got splintersdog
Don't pass me a swisher if it ain't a back, it ain't even all that
On the bay bridge headed to the rowdy side
Where the base says don't be sipping powdery lines
I smoke rock cocaine straight from rhyme to dragon
But we send a Webby song off of rhyme of Dragon with that
I'm a fucking babe boy all I do is make noise mom fucking with that
Have the sauce day one I ain't talking a one little mama what's up
We suing all pills going through we in the hills mom fucker with that
Now I'm all around the map with the bail my back
Mom fucker with that
