new sh** . it's only one verse, but it's just a sample mutha phukaz
ay yo I go 8-balls, that's not a reference to billiards
drags the l, bags for sell, held more scales then lizards
is these cats on crack
they back a pack of rats like Willard
triggers disfigure you shiver as I scissor your gizzards
fakes hide behind make-up, cus they life is just made-up
fang slice through a fake f*** , slang ice like i'm Jacob
aim right from the waist up, bang, lighting your face up
haul balls like a lay-up, if you dying, try and blaze up
the only b*** I chase is paper, in my case my pace is major
I savor the flavor that creates a player hater
i'm all elite off Walters street, exclaim my name you call defeat
spend your ends but y'all is cheap, I spit sick it appalls the beat
my packing entails valid balance with your rails
balloons consume your womb and soon it damages entrails
my residence shows evidence of trafficking and sales
cus I aim to gain a chain that looks like shackles in the cells