Shorty Bop with A Hook

[Verse 1]

As I roll the weed up, crack a brew and pull the seat up

Got doulas do the maneuver, so daddy putting his feet up

I'm multi-talented, my worth is more than music

Make the truth sticks, Bronsolini I'm on that smooth shit

Perfect posture when I'm standing in the valley

The artichokes are roasted to perfection like Batali, dude

Peace to my people and the groupies let me jam the coochi

Tropical island destinations hopping out the coupé

My flow is Sexual Chocolate not outta Jackson Heights

But out of Flushing where we hitting hard like Quinton Jackson fights

Been on the rampage, you motha fuckas half as nice

Verbally jig you with the banger then I pass the knife

Right to my man because he always in position

To split you like it's division, deliver with the precsion

Of Eleven weapons posing by as Heaven beckons

You on that escalator up in under seven seconds

[Hook]

Yo why my marijuana always thinking crime shit?

Cause lambs delicious with the '87 wine dig

The whip feel good, we're shifting with the left hand

The leather glove and loafer matching with the vest and

I'm on a mission for dollars and I'm a dreamer

Doing drugs and fucking bitches with bottles inside the steamer

It's hard not to form a habit I'm getting twisted in the yard

Eating foreign rabbits, I'm on that next Shit