Top gun no Tom cruise tho off leash Cujo in your girl culo never keep my gun to low Rick boss Hugo money on mucho tv on mute watching telmundo smoking weed called moon bow so high like gigs where where the room go cradle to tomb bro praying this weed soon grow for the harvest Mary Jane markets i flame targets empty the cartridge get lift like garage door send ya upper top floor tried to stop rap the mic said what stop with bars slicker than mechanic shop floor lock Jaw pit bull when attacking these rappers headaches my rhymes is aspirin casual fashion is how I kill ‘em it’s villain chasing billions between capers I biz mark spark and smoke tire vapor it’s the lyrical anihalater I need my paper on Elon musk big green paper that quote in GOd we trust i making it jump like maybach trucks on top like a Donald trump toupee I’ll battle any emcee today get cooked like suflet feel my passion like saying sa pase or ma Bule ghoul with the tool bout to come you way you stopping shit my gun plunger bodies get dumped in the dumpster he said I’m a mafucker I said for sure I fuck milfs on silk quilts come in the face looking like spilt milk been illned you just catching up to the pandemic but it GOD first picking up fans like I’m in a hot church it’s bars in between bars like the parking lots with white lines that divide the parking spots I’m sparking hot Like a stolen glock known for rolling pot cream of the crop steaming ta top like stove pot I need a all white rolls drop for that leave ya body stiff like old snot