ayo i make these niggas shiver when they see da glock/ bullets hit ya liver make ya heart skip a knock/ and im only sixteen did i mention?/ but my rhymes leave cats heads spinnin in different dimensions/ and these old heads always asking whos hot?/ ya rap soundin like you just dug it out of ya shoe box/ my lyrics is pretty they leave hoes blushin/ but hands game is ugly i leave you with a nose concussion/ start discussin if i should pull out the heater/ cuz i carry two twins the size of kobes sneakers/ im the hood creeper you a low key stanger/ i got niggas that move weight like obes trainer/ i got niggas dat move weight in heavy traffic/ dont jump stupid my cuz my gun tends to get kinda tragic/ they way i play with rhymes im a rap magician/ when my heat clap back watch ya whole family be missin