I beat niggas with arms...greet killers and don's...
sweep streets when the sweet milli is palmed...
peak business abroad...doggie,I'm really sumthin bad...
I work this lawn...and I don't mean me cutting grass...
I merc this hog...and I don't need cutting fat...
observe this god...and how I breathe on a track...
pumpers that'll lift you..my guns are snatching your tissue...
and that that of the cats that's with you...son you better run and hide...
when gorillas are sparking...just clip what you talkin...
you'll get hit with a rocket...plus fitted for coffins...
on the hip is the stainless...turning fitteds to strainers...
Quest C. Cash and Curt...them niggas is dangerous...
