Hey! I tell you what I'm gonna give you snakes
I'm gonna give you to the count of ten to get you ugly, yellow, no good keester off my property before I pump your guts full of led!
Alright Johnny I'm sorry, I'm going
One, Two , Ten!
K2 cheese or lemon
Diesel afghan kush I got the nice chronic
Do not intervene with my profit
If I find your hands in my pocket
Ill bet grands, Ill put my life on it
Ill squeeze my fingers in your eye socket
I'm psychotic, you might die from it
The thoughts I think are so sick I might vomit
I got the peng, ten out of ten
Who says you cant grow venom on trees
Psychosis or shiver, tangerine dream
K2 lemon or cheese
One crop, twenty four keys
Stinks worse than eleven orgies
Teach me how to teleport please
Stack more ps then I tell them all leave
Hook:
Get dat doe, Get dat doe
New or a cap with a jet black coat
I trap this, do I chap no
Got more links than a bloody back bone
Six bills on a jet black watch
I took the two jobs and I trapped lots
I'm on the grind gonna hit jackpot
Green fingers got fat crops!
I am the level of a giant
You are the level of a munchkin
I compare MCs to a rollie
Cause I'm like lemon in a bluntskin
You smell like a pouch of tobacco
I smell like venom in a skunk tin
My adrenalines pumping
I wanna push my weapon in something
Cause my minds trapped in a maze
Somebodys gonna get slapped in the face
Cause when my supply runs dry
Dealers are gonna get jacked for their grade
It might be your crop room but their my crops
When I Thai box eyes like cyclops
If this dealer pisses me off then Ill
Stick some acid inside his eye drops
Hook
Smell my pengaleng
Ten out of ten again
Run go tell a friend my stock never ends
When I'm selling grades its just lemon haze
Move 24 keys in seven days
I blaze high grade I'm a renegade
Grow some lemon and sell some lemonade
Take poisonous like venom snake
I fling raps, quick like weapon spray
Don't get jealous mate
Go home, relax, tell em wait
I'm off duty I'm not selling mate
I made my P so ill celebrate
Buy some DMT then levitate
Don't ring my phone when I meditate
Cause next time you wanna buy kilos
Ill sell you ounces of sellotape
Hook
I make incredible tunes
I tell em its true, I stick lemons in zoots
I take slow hits when I chain smoke spliffs
and, blood your smoking chemical fumes
Commercial terrible food
I give orders like generals do
I leave MCs in medical rooms
Everyones dead, head severed in two
Cause I'm lost in a cloud of cannabis smoke
Roll up a zoot, grab it and toke
But if anybody takes my spliff
Trust me I'm gonna be grabbing his throat
Squeezing his neck then stabbing his coat
So start panicking, shank like javelin
Head top travelling, damaging slow
People are gonna start vanishing bro!
Hook
Make sure that I'm making P
Lyle and scott n the fake Gucci
Don't believe the way pagans see
Soon be bigger than the agency
I wake up blazing cheese, and then I reach for amazing feet
Ladies know, my game is P
Stay on the grind seven days of the week
You cant change the fate, its too stong
Change the plates so the reg is wrong
Outside in a ride it be like hongkong
Two guys in the ride and they both look tonked
I put the flame to the petrol bomb
Leave all enemies dead and gone
Cause I remember for yonks
Turn up like Billy Bronco from the Bronx
Hook
I got that piff no website
That's why I got red eye
Next mans asking for tick
I kill him in a note with my head high
Too hot cant stop for the red light
I'm on the grime but not on the lead pipe
Until my times done like left eye
Gonna see more Z's than bedtime
I got a lot to do
Talk to the cats like Dr Doo
Shot lots of food
Ive been revived like a doctored zoot
Money on my mind, prostitute
Air max 90s I got no shoes
I fucked your wife and you got no clue
I'm on the grind for the constant loot
Non stop writing, constant tunes
I know whos who
Been on the road since opal fruits
You been talking shit, smoking zoots
Said you want war, I hope its true
Cigarette get broke in too
Green rizla? everything blue!
Was in a bad mood now everything cool
Never had no P now everything new
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