Who shot ya...
seperate the geek from the mobster...
speech...
like drinking bottles of peach vodka...
shift the throttle and screech...
spit the lava and keep the llama in reach...
swallow the beef proper...
skate the strip plus...
still make the flip cause...
that loose tongue might vacate ya lips...
cut...
forget them big trucks...
if you can't walk on Nebraska ave...
with a hawk and stack your math...
no reason in you doubling up...
go back to cluttering bud...
my butter and snubs...
run for a 100 and up...
if I get a flat...no spare...
just guns in the trunk...
a business man...
yeah I've pushed a number of fronts...
slid a couple of honeys the ones...
pack mule...
whore...these are foreigners...
pass thru borders and gates...
with water and base...
more keys than Florida...
went from...order and bake...
to slaughtering lates...
to crossing the states...
transporting the weight...
all for the cake...
besides me being born a mistake...
I'm a mover...boss and a beast...
this shit is just street talk...
tossed to a beat...
that you wouldn't understand...
if you not in the loop...
so what if you got a gun...
dog...you not gonna shoot...
with a lock on the loot...
g's sitting in a box for my shoes...
buffer money...
I don't have to talk to the goons...
just...dropem a few...
and they offing a dude...
hear about it 6 o clock on the news...
instructions in a kite...
apes in the clink...
gutted with a knife...
draining in the sink...
maintaining in the streets...
ox under the tongue...
rocks tumbling...blocks crumbling...
you can even lean back...
attempting to dodge sumthin big...
but not when I'm aiming with the heat...
my money been right...
only chips yall seem to get...
stay up in ya teeth...
and this is me blatant on a beat...
my MO...consists of more white...
than what's laying on the beach...
I'm staying at the peak...
