She say you think you all that an a bag of chips
I say yes bitch im radacliffe
And matta fact I need a baddr bitch
See, Blake make hits like a bat and pitch
And I got hooks see but I don’t fish
Im on the strip wit a half a zip
I gets hi, like above the rim
With tupac and friends
I get lit like a pack of bix
And stack chips like a pack of ritz
And boy I don’t miss im accurate
I got that bang like a tamborin
So yall best split like a fracation
I spit like a draagon
I see u clear like a camera lens
Homes claim they gangsta never seen a clip
Only clips of flicks
So now im snappin on them every time I spit
Still independent like I skate and shit
I gets dome like im in a tent
I get that tail every dime I flip
Im on point like the pin at the end of sprint
Now im spiitin all day like I fuckin dip
Smoking on that piff call it exorcist
When I pass u know me by the scent of it
Young chick so innocent, I got bad intent
Nah I aint doin that I just take them lips
Blow me like a cancer stick
Gets head like a fuckin wig
Man im so sick wit, where my amublence
I should blow like a terrorist or a bimp
Aim high aint scared to miss
Got back up plans ill clear the bench
Im all about my green like the fuckin Grinch
And I will never budge not a fuckin inch
And I stay in the south like some fuckin grits
We from the bottom but on top of it
And u should give thanks like a compliment
Fuck boys get pushed to the side like a condiment
And they all up on my nuts I need an extra dick
Cd bout to drop u better buy that shit
Knee high to the tree high, swiss family robinson
Dac til I die bitch im hollerin
