[Verse: esteban, Niontay]
Yeah, alright
Punch in, punch out, slide like Tyson
No pen, no pad, I don't even like writing
Beatin' the road, I don't even got a license
I'm feelin' like Wayne, all I need is a lighter
I'm going in 'til my name on the flyers
I don't want your ho, I just needed to fly her (Fly her)
I'm fraud like snake oil salesman
The wire was foreign, it came from Belgium
Said it's smoke, but they can't inhale it
That pussy is power, she probably sell it (Sell)
Show they hand, make 'em highly regret it
Ain't come overnight, it took time and effort (Lil' nigga)
By my brudda, I'm sliding with Nel
Nigga don't need the plug, they in need of a baron
Training the beat like we Kenan and Kel
On Jesus, I send me a nigga to hell
Know a nigga set fye, turn to rain with a Dell
Shit take a lil' while when it come through the mail
You don't wanna get roped? Gotta pick up the shells
You on? I catch me a nigga Tyrell
You broke niggas find- hold on, huh
You broke niggas find the side of the cell
You signed that paper, went straight to the shelf
Gotta die for a [?], cause I made it myself
He sent a Tweet, then we gave him the belt
Off a ten, I can't tell how it actually felt
All that dick eating is bad for your health
Nigga only dick riding they having for self
Real life rap, nigga came up for real
I can make a hunnid thou off platinum scales
I can make a hunnid racks off death, for slips
All money in, no buts, no ifs
Fuckin' the game, put my thumb in her butt
You love me? You know we can't kiss on the lips
I'm tryna grind like crook, I get on the beat
Still punching, still don't got a hook
You won't understand what it took
I was just hiding some box, and marked my books
My Z need a M on his books
Ain't finna never come home
They gave [?] the book
Still on my grind like a Smith
Way I be doing this shit, it ain't sweet as it look
'Fore I rap, get you popped like a cyst
Niggas would run up that bag up they mouth if they could
In the back of the spot like a [?]
Send me the PDF file, nigga know I'ma cook it
Nigga be lying in their music
Link up with gang, got more artillery than computer (Brrrt)
I found a route and abuse it
You bought that Glock for picture
Lil' nigga, use it
Hustle like that in the net
I pulled this shit out the mud, ain't nothin' you can tell me
I'm in New York like a pimp
Come walk a mile in these 'Gielas, this shit get lil' heavy (Lil' heavy)
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