ay yo, my style fresh i keep it rollin like some spinnin rims
fresh white tee, gold chain, fitted cap and timbs
blowin plenty limbs off plenty mothafuckas bodies
rollin on the block wit 10 goons 10 sawed off shotties
chillin with some hotties smoke weed like a forrest fire
my shit be toxic, make you choke like a burnin tire
electric like a wire, my lyrics fuckin implode
shrapnel leave ya corpse in ya car on the side of the road
ya car gettin towed, they couldnt see you sittin slumped
before you died you twitched like a nigga learnin to crump
you talk about the pump, why didnt you fuckin shoot back?
you aint bust guns, mothafucka you dont spit crack
go ahead and sit back, let the real rappa rip the microphone
you aint movin from the couch near the speakaz like you got a body-stone

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