Yo! crack up a dutch put some trees in it.. Light that shit up Make ya lean wit it Runnin through tha trap Nothin but them feenz in it Fuck it Serve a bunch paks might as well make some cream with it All of my attire clean and stay fitted Real street niggah shit Stay litty Most of these niggaz shit sound real shitty When da shit pops off given em' a straight buck 50 Stomp em up as there soul lifted All my beats are killen em now theyre brainz shifted Never mind dat cuz the dutch got splitted Niggas want bite my shit But cant that real street shit they dont live it 100% thats what i give it Wraped up in a gift box signed and delivered If you thinkn shit sweet better reconsider before yo body get tossed in da river so cold harted make yo body shiver is dat your main bitch or your baby sitter i know u mad got u feeln real bitter alwayz been a winner never been a quiter. I stay underground u can follow me on twitter if you aint wit dat shits might as well be in a shiiter My sound iz so addicting bunch of straight hittaz My whole life surrounded by nothin but straight killaz this is dat shit only real niggaz feel us... All them other Muthafuckas suck like a bunch of leeches We way to fukn high they cant reach us raised in da projects aint shit you can teach us Vamires, Goblins, we a bunch of creatures..