[Chorus]
This shit hit ridiculous, took two of those
Citrus, after sipping this Don Julio
Diamond rings, Super Bowl
Chip on my shoulder 'bout to lose control
Fuck that, buddha smoke
Thick shit, got a thick bitch this ain't the booty though
Gifted but I'm twisted, not the usual
Hair braided into devil horns, Coolio
Antagonists in my movie roll, I tell 'em like
[Verse 1]
Cali packs, scally raps, every tracky black
Play the game of life with a handicap, I handle that
Posted on the block, where my savage at?
If its on sight, arms out like the Cabbage Patch, canon flash
He sells and she sells in Wythenshawe
Females in retails what I'm looking for
I'm being held get the details in the morgue
I mean well but I mean well, kill 'em all
Russian blocks, spun the block when it comes to rap
Done a lot, took a loss don't want nothing back
I cut 'em off, as good as gone only looking past
That I bump out, bumbaclaat look at that
(In my hands)
Spliff big as Likkleman with flames in it
My oz not Australian, it's from 'Dam, didn't even pay for it
Got an occupation in going crazy with the gang
[Chorus]
This shit hit ridiculous, took two of those
Citrus, after sipping this Don Julio
Diamond rings, Super Bowl
Chip on my shoulder 'bout to lose control
Fuck that, buddha smoke
Thick shit, got a thick bitch this ain't the booty though
Gifted but I'm twisted, not the usual
Hair braided into devil horns, Coolio
Antagonists in my movie roll, I tell 'em like
[Verse 2]
We gotta get it and we gotta set it off
Beause theres people out there thinking that we're not ready
My eye sight suttin like an eagle with a dessy
You can die twice fucking with my people and my pennies
Dead in the middle of Piccadilly
Whilst little niggas are trying to sell a dream to you on crack rock
Man can't even see you like I'm look for the sasquatch
Bunning with my niggas and we bunning up the jackpot
I am the genie in the matchbox
Like Whodini with the mad rock
Fuck a CV and a bad job
You can see me in the trap spot smoking cheese weed with some wax on
Go bar for bar, with your partners are
Won't be hard as our rhymes
Spit fire, Charizard
Your style blahzy blah
You're not on par with BLAH guys
[Chorus]
This shit hit ridiculous, took two of those
Citrus, after sipping this Don Julio
Diamond rings, Super Bowl
Chip on my shoulder 'bout to lose control
Fuck that, buddha smoke
Thick shit, got a thick bitch this ain't the booty though
Gifted but I'm twisted, not the usual
Hair braided into devil horns, Coolio
Antagonists in my movie roll, I tell 'em like
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