u cant see me wit da 'hands son, beat ya ass and send u 2 momma outta breath sayin dat u 'ran some (ransum)/

fucced ya ho not cuz i ride a 'phantom, but if i had a scooter his bitch'll still think im 'handsom//

gets no pussy, last time u hit somethin, u was 'facin a "L"///

gettin bitch slapped, for someone who supposed to be hard, u 'takin it well////

I tag teams and flex big guns like 'Hogan, cuz niggas like u talk loud like 'spokesmen/////

when we face 2 face u run to safety, so imma have to 'Raid em like oakland and 'spray em wide open//////

last time u 'popped a shell, u ate some 'lobster tails///////

i got hammers that'll do u like a 'box of nails////////

broke ass nigga, checc ya wallet u could 'see it bad/////////

from puttin 'weed in bags i got bread and more prophits than 'jesus had//////////

i got them toys so them 'gats can play, do u like a basketball and have ya ass 'passed away///////////


in the end, it aint much for this 'cat to say, you good at actin so i gotta see u like a 'matinea////////////

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