“So call the coroner, cause lucky lurch’s just warming up.
Dead bodies and decapitating niggas with maggots swarming em
Cause murders a hobby, I use a torture chamber and not a ruger
So if you waked up in a puddle of blood, nigga I did it to ya”
I AINT STUCK A POP A PERC AND IM STILL FUNC-TION-AL
I KEEP MY GLIC, EVERYWHERE, I FEEL COMFORTABLE :)
Touch down
Bust down
My house
Right now
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
Helped my young b**** see her way thru her bachelors
Sent my old b**** back to get her masters
Same graduation I was clapping in the rafters
you cannot say pop and forget the smoke
H****, f*** the game.
if my face is worth 1000 words when it's scarred I would just hope 2 of those are cocoa and butter
if my face is worth 1000 words when it's scarred I would just hope 2 of those are cocoa and butter
what
And my wife lookin' Jewish, wait
My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban
My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait
She European and she from Aruba, she from the States
You better back back
Or your neck get stabbed at
Your rib I’ll slash that
I’ll switch places with the blade I’m a Class Act