freestyle

driving down the 505 with the 99 in myback pocket like fuck it uh you think I'm lying no I'm not denying I'll pull it back and clock it and lock I got it pointed right at yo socket uh shoot ya down steal from ya pocket aye this ain't no blues clues you can't sole it aye I might be a mutt and I might be mixed but I still fuxk your girl in the butt to wish her good luck aye aye aye it's the motha fucking grim reaper comin out to play aye it's a rainy day turn all yall mothafuckaz to clay gonna hit ya face with a cold steel reason no this ain't no treason it's the time of the season aye