Man, this rat-ass nigga got whiskers
Told her, "No pictures, " nah, I won't kiss her
Stopped taking Percs, I'm a real bad itcher
[?] [0: 20] , shoot it like Curry on the Sixers
I got the snow and I'm makin' it blizzard
Fuck your lil' stove, we came up on blenders
Fuck these hoes, these niggas be tender
I put a sign on the trap, say, "Enter"
I put a switch on the glick
I keep a broom like a witch
Pulled up on camp, ain't in tents
Fuck every nigga against
I got a thousand, ain't tens
I'm makin' thousand attempts
Donkey'll knock off your limbs
I lifted weight, it ain't gyms
I sold an eighthy in Kim's
I rode out daily to Slim
I got these bricks, I'm makin' it flood
Look at my wrist, I camе from the mud
Fresh evеry day like I came from the club
I want him whacked, I'm spendin' a dub
Sell dope all day, crazy, I was
Got a lil' wiser, now I got bud
Dick on the nina, I made it a stud
She wanna fuck, right hand on the tub
Bust on her butt, I took off the rug
Fuck all this rap shit, bitch, I'm a plug
I'm a real bird man, he want a lug
Stepped on whole one, that's what it was
I caught a cold one, that's just because
Need one wholesome shorty, some love
Fucked on the girl, now she making me grub
I'm a real big dog, he just a cub

Fuck your cuz, we'll blow in the club
I ain't doing no song that's more than a dub
All blue slip, nigga, know that we cuz
Yeah, gang them Crip, lil' bro and them Blood
Popped two Percs while I poured the mud
I walk shit down like you holding a grudge
Left wrist dance, it's holding my cut
Niggas knowin' you cap and you told to the judge
Ice too freezey
Take dog chain, he easy
AR slap like Meechy's
Lil' big blicky
Niggas like, "Ice, you tweaking"
Rock Diors, not Yeezys
Whole neck rocky
Ho give me head, that's sloppy
Icy as fuck, play hockey
Pint full of molly
Never [?] [1: 32]
Light shit up like Takis
Never been tight, no back and forth
We caught two bodies back and forth
Forgis beatin', we crashed the Porsche
Olympics gang how I clap that torch
Wocky, Quagy, my naps too short
I was runnin' up pints back with Act' and Mort's
Load up that yop, them 7. 62s
Back to back like I'm stackin' quarters
[Verse 3: Hardo]
Rich of course
I was getting crack cocaine on the block, that dope up north
Dec was a rat, he showed 'em the trap, if he knew the exacts, would've showed 'em the fork
I spit the facts, chop with the gadget attached, tryna put on a show for your corpse
I had to tax, damn, he was always a liar, but told 'em the truth in the courts

Ain't no way I'll let 'em get away when we go broad day
Y'all be playing 'round with small change, really in my way
Two different bricks, I gave three separate hits, now it's LeBron James
Six now
How'd I know? I told him rock his coat to hide his pole, not 'cause it's in style
Duck off, I come in town
Know how I get down
He tried to run, ain't pull his blick out
Knocked his ribs out
You know it's levels
Niggas playing 'round with fire 'til they run into the devil
'Cause you talk loud and aggressive
That do not make you a stepper
Wanna walk down, be careful
If you trip, you going to heaven
All them times that I remember
Them fumes got me high from scraping up them extras
If it's raw food, you can feel it in the texture 'fore you smell it