Case Dismissed

Intro:

Good looking out poobs!

This is the kind of shit I need

Good looking out poobs!

This is the kind of shit I need

Good looking out poobs!

This is the kind of shit I need

You niggas will never be able to fuck with me

In a million years

In a thousand bars

Ahahahaaa

Beloved!

Yea niggas!

Verse 1:

When I black out, I don't even hear you clear

Im letting it go, and I don't even care who's there

1 out of 3

Either the dirt, better the chair

If you're lucky you might be brain dead for a year

Mastered every game

Hit every dame

Heron era, my man pops hit every vein

Wouldn't say I came up yet, I'm coming up

The money ain't in the diesel

The moneys in the cut

Fifth by the pelvis

Cause every week the block is somebody elses

Lil niggas is selfish

Im startin to get allergic to em, like shellfish

Try to talk to em and give em something, they helpless

Old school with the rebuilt engine

And they look like Levis but they rebuilt denim

Look a coward in the eye, you could see guilt in em

I done dealt with a snake, I could see real venom

And I ain't got time for the slammer

I ain't worried bout the 3 years, I'm worried bout my hammer

Just lost my gramma

Which means much quicker to blam ya

On or off camera

Like calisthenics, hit the tread for stamina

I'm a hustler, rapper, and gambler

Heavy bling

Top of the line everything

Name ring bells from group homes to every bing

Outro:

Yea nigga!

Shoutout to my niggas up north

I know that's how you wanted me to do it poobs

Hahaha

My niggas on parole violations

My nigga state

Niggas that just came home from doing five or more

Shit like that

We here baby

Right here

Getting this money

Case dismissed