Damani-da grinch
PaYce
Beverin


tell wot u think of this shit
little on off the top

You think you having me...hold it clown
I got a crew like gravity....we hold shit down
stab u in the ankle....make you roll around(yeah)
Ima reckless mo'fucka....like drunk drivers
Take ya necklace mo'fucka....Im drunk wild
raised no dad jus a mother....Ima punk child
No morals no manners....gonna end up in Parva
hoods and bandanas.....no gucci no Prada
Screwdrivers and hammers....We aint fixing no cars up
This aint no Hears'say....Its pure and simple
Fuck wit katz u gonna popped like a pimple