Hen//I’m mixin pain to make these lines lit//shyt// you only matchin words to make ur rhymes fit// off tha rip I’ll up a blue u won’t find prints//Scottie pipp I’ll air like it was nine six// if it’s up den we liftin it ryden round with the pulley//and it’s up for u niggas sun rising in Philly// got dat Mac in the acc that’s pun vibes with tha gillie// I’m dope shyt// like bussin through tha bricc // like oh litt// jab switch //tryna campus like ole miss// pro pitch Albert pujols in “0” six//no shyt // baby I hang glide in the pussy //and you know I pack a glove I’m Gary Payton in cookies// and I lite the wholestrip im saint nic with the hoodies//and u no I’m so lit I hang ten wit the loonies//still stylen oin niggas big nicks and a zoovie//in Roosevelt wilen still bussin it groovy// ur set a bunch of groupies // my niggas is loopy //cig ain’ta loosy// dump it inside ur kuffe// remorse for a goofy //juss drillin em wit tha toolie// runnin up //ima put the burna up //on you//but boy u ain’t sun tanning big steppa// a moon landing //not hot im cool cannon//betta kno I drip off of Smooth standards//I don’t spit game I just program it // fire in ur face like A jacc-o lantern// big chop it speak Hispanic//big drakes only thing that shake when my niggas panic// we spin on niggas for dynamics// and u can Guarantee they gon die frantic//bliq blamin// brake niggas up like the titanic//