yo yup yup
i dunno thought i'd be random
yo i hit the door kick the road lay back spit my flo
in which u know make a sacrifice like a ritual
get ta know me call ya girl a bitch or hoe
flow so sick then go out fo more i rip ya fro
shiit
wit a flow so sick how can i even keep a hold on shit
tough i go bold on bitch snitch like u told on this
poker i fold on splits too much talkin like i rolled on skit
Quix said he had a flag in his eye respect not a fag indisguise
i drag ya demise throw a frag n blow eyes wide open downhill
slide hopin we ride dope n my flow so icey i stride frozen
i'll leave u cryin stolen cus when u defyin the old one
cus then ya left wide open
i shoot ta kill n boot da skill a junkie cus i'm poopin pills
hoopin still i root fa ill illest lyrics scoot fo real
get active no more bakin takin ages to post back fakin
talkin bout guns but ya clearly jus mistaken as i awaken
i see all ya facin me literally i may not B C D the one after E
G aint me aint no faint c cus i'm staright when my saints plea
i write A-Z amazingly thats when all the shit gets real hazy
u don't wanna go fuckin this baby while i'm tucked the AV
none of this shit gravy fat bastard tryna to act like ya not lazy
tryna be the new jay-z actin all racy rasing heart beats
my art streets ya shit sound stinky jus like when fart leaks
i dont mean to start beef aint movin up my chart heat
shit seems like i'm out
anyone want the beat get at me
although u prolly all got it tho
but well
